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I like to have these things FROM you, mother. I do, I believe, everything you say; but to feel safe and right I must just HAVE them. Any one WOULD want me, eh?" Mrs. Brookenham had opened her eyes, but she still attached them to the cornice. "If she hadn't wanted you she'd have written to keep you off. In a great house like that there's always room." The young man watched her a moment.
And the Duchess, still with a glance hither and yon, sank upon the sofa to which she had made her way unaided. Mrs. Brookenham knew perfectly the meaning of this glance: she had but three or four comparatively good pieces, whereas the Duchess, rich with the spoils of Italy, had but three or four comparatively bad.
Yet perhaps remarkably enough there was even more imagination in his next words. "And what sort of means?" "Mr. Longdon? Oh very good. Mamma wouldn't have been the loser. Not that she cared. He MUST like Nanda," Mrs. Brookenham wound up. Her companion appeared to look at the idea and then meet it. "He'll have to see her first." "Oh he shall see her!" she rang out.
"He likes her in fact extremely." "Do you mean he has told you so?" "Oh no we never mention it! But he likes her," Mr. Mitchett stubbornly repeated. "And he's thoroughly straight." Mrs. Brookenham for a moment turned these things over; after which she came out in a manner that visibly surprised him. "It isn't as if you wished to be nasty about him, is it? because I know you like him yourself.
Then with a subtlety that matched itself for the moment with Vanderbank's: "You just told me yourself that the little foreign person " "Is ever so much the lovelier of the two? So I did. But you've promptly recognised it. It's the first time," Vanderbank went on, to let him down more gently, "that I've heard Mrs. Brookenham admit the girl's good looks." "Her own girl's? 'Admit' them?"
"I do make old Van I pull old Van up much oftener than I succeed in pulling you. I must say," Mrs. Brookenham went on, "you're all getting to require among you in general an amount of what one may call editing!" She gave one of her droll universal sighs.
What it does show, I suppose," Mr. Mitchett went on, "is that she takes no trouble to meet me." "My dear Mitchy," said Mrs. Brookenham, "what do YOU know about 'trouble' either poor Nanda's or mine or anybody's else?
Is it your theory," Mrs. Brookenham pursued, "that our unfortunate unmarried daughters are to have no intelligent friends?" "Unfortunate indeed," cried the Duchess, "precisely BECAUSE they're unmarried, and unmarried, if you don't mind my saying so, a good deal because they're unmarriageable.
"Lady Julia had everything." Vanderbank gathered hence an impression that determined him more and more to diplomacy. "But isn't that just what Mrs. Brookenham has?" This time the old man was prompt. "Yes, she's very brilliant, but it's a totally different thing."
I too came back but yesterday and I've an engagement for which I'm already late with Miss Brookenham, who has been so good as to ask me to tea." The divided mind, the express civility, the decent "Miss Brookenham," the escape from their hostess these were all things Mitchy could quickly take in, and they gave him in a moment his light for not missing his occasion.
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