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And now you only stand and glower at me." Mrs. Brookenham was, in her forty-first year, still charmingly pretty, and the nearest approach she made at this moment to meeting her son's description of her was by looking beautifully desperate.
Mitchett's wealth." "Oh there's plenty for every one!" Mrs. Brookenham kept up her tone. "He's always giving us things bonbons and dinners and opera-boxes." "He has never given ME any," the Duchess contentedly declared. Mrs. Brookenham waited a little. "Lord Petherton has the giving of some. He has never in his life before, I imagine, made so many presents."
Brookenham, with a fine emphasis on her adverb, proclaimed as she turned to meet the opening of the door and the appearance of the butler, whose announcement "Lord Petherton and Mr. Mitchett" might for an observer have seemed immediately to offer support to her changed state.
At any rate it's as plain as possible that if you don't keep us at home you must keep us in other places. One can't live anywhere for nothing it's all bosh that a fellow saves by staying with people. I don't know how it is for a lady, but a man's practically let in " "Do you know you kill me, Harold?" Mrs. Brookenham woefully interposed.
"And I think it's rather in my interest I should mention that Mrs. Brookenham calls ME " His visitor covered him now with an attention that just operated as a check. "By your Christian name?" Before Vanderbank could in any degree attenuate "What IS your Christian name?" Mr. Longdon asked. Vanderbank felt of a sudden almost guilty as if his answer could only impute extravagance to the lady.
"But if she can see him in other places why should she want to see him here?" Edward persisted in a voice destitute of expression. Mrs. Brookenham now had plenty of that. "Do you mean if she can see him in his own house?" "No cream, please," her husband said. "Hasn't she a house too?" "Yes, but so pervaded all over by Aggie and Miss Merriman." "Oh!" Brookenham commented.
"Ah," said his mother, "however Harold plays he has a way of winning." "He has a way too of being a hopeless ass. What I meant was how he comes there at all," Edward explained. "Why as any one comes by being invited. She wrote to him weeks ago." Brookenham just traceably took this in, but to what profit was not calculable. "To Harold? Very good-natured."
I've known perfectly from the first that the only difficulty would come from her mother but also that that would be stiff." The movement with which Mr. Longdon removed his glasses might have denoted a certain fear to participate in too much of what the Duchess had known. "I've not been ignorant that Mrs. Brookenham favours Mr. Mitchett." But he was not to be let off with that.
Longdon continued to inspect her more favoured friend; which led him after a moment to bring out: "She ought to be, you know. Her grandmother was." "Oh and her mother," Vanderbank threw in. "Don't you think Mrs. Brookenham lovely?" Mr. Longdon kept him waiting a little. "Not so lovely as Lady Julia. Lady Julia had !" He faltered; then, as if there were too much to say, disposed of the question.
Brookenham had repeatedly asked herself where in the world she might have found the money to be disloyal. The Duchess's standard was of a height ! It matched for that matter her other elements, which were wontedly conspicuous as usual as she sat there suggestive of early tea. She always suggested tea before the hour, and her friend always, but with so different a wistfulness, rang for it.
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