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His envy of this nearer approach to what so touched him than he could himself achieve was in his face, but he tried to throw it off. "I doubt if after all you're good for her." But Mrs. Brookenham knew.
Brookenham, who had introduced him to the elder of her visitors, had also found in serving these gentlemen with tea, a chance to edge at him with an intensity not to be resisted: "Talk to Mr. Longdon take him off THERE." She had indicated the sofa at the opposite end of the room and had set him an example by possessing herself, in the place she already occupied, of her "adored" Vanderbank.
Edward Brookenham put the question as if they were "stuck" at cards. "You really all of you," the Duchess replied with excellent coolness, "choose extraordinary conditions for the discussion of delicate matters. There are decidedly too many things on which we don't feel alike. You're all inconceivable just now.
"Not since the day he dined but that was only last week. He'll come soon I know from Van." "And what does Van know?" "Oh all sorts of things. He has taken the greatest fancy to him." "The old boy to Van?" "Van to Mr. Longdon. And the other way too. Mr. Longdon has been most kind to him." Brookenham still moved about. "Well, if he likes Van and doesn't like US, what good will that do us?"
Brookenham as if she wished with dim perversity she were. "Every one's at any rate awfully kind to Harold." She waited a moment to give her visitor the chance to pronounce that eminently natural, but no pronouncement came nothing but the footman who had answered her ring and of whom she ordered tea. "And where did you say YOU'RE going?" she enquired after this. "For Easter?"
I do all I can to enter into her life, but you can't get into a railway train while it's on the rush." Mr. Cashmore swung back to hilarity. "You give me lots of things. Do you mean she's so 'fast'?" He could keep the ball going. Mrs. Brookenham obliged him with what she meant. "No; she's a tremendous dear, and we're great friends.
Brookenham looked, on this, quite adorably that is most wonderingly grave. "How do I know, my dear Jane, why in the world we're ever asked anywhere? Fancy people wanting Edward!" she exhaled with stupefaction. "Yet we can never get off Pewbury." "You're better for getting on, cara mia, than for getting off!" the Duchess blandly returned.
Vanderbank's silence might, without his mere kind pacific look, have seemed almost inhuman. Poor Mr. Longdon had finally to do his own simple best. "Will you bring your daughter to see me?" he asked of Mrs. Brookenham. "Oh, oh that's an idea: will you bring her to see ME?" Mr. Cashmore again broke out. Mrs. Brook had only fixed Mr. Longdon with the air of unutterable things.
"But what then do you do with her?" "If you mean socially" Mrs. Brookenham looked as if there might be in some distant sphere, for which she almost yearned, a maternal opportunity very different from that "if you mean socially, I don't do anything at all. I've never pretended to do anything. You know as well as I do, dear Jane, that I haven't begun yet."
Brookenham, by the fire, heard them meet on the landing heard also the Duchess protest against his turning to see her down. Mrs. Brookenham, listening to them, hoped Edward would accept the protest and think it sufficient to leave her with the footman.
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