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Brookenham walked up and down a little with his hands in his pockets, after which, with a complete concealment of the steps of the transition, "Where are we dining to-night?" he brought out. "Nowhere, thank heaven. We grace our own board." "Oh with those fellows, as you said, and Jane?" "That's not for dinner. The Baggers and Mary Pinthorpe and upon my word I forget."
The terrace had the afternoon shade and fairly hung over the prospect that dropped away and circled it the prospect, beyond the series of gardens, of scattered splendid trees and green glades, an horizon mainly of woods. Nanda Brookenham, one day at the end of July, coming out to find the place unoccupied as yet by other visitors, stood there a while with an air of happy possession.
"Oh I dare say she's all right," Brookenham returned as if his interest in the case had dropped. You might have felt you got a little nearer to him on guessing that in so peopled a circle satiety was never far from him. "I mean for instance she has such a grand idea of duty. She thinks we're nowhere!" "Nowhere?" "With our children with our home life. She's awfully down on Tishy." "Tishy?"
"I AM; and that I can look the truth in the face and not be angry or silly about it is, as you know, the one thing in the world for which I think a bit well of myself." "Oh yes, I know I know; you're too wonderful!" Mrs. Brookenham, in a brief pause, completed her covert consciousness. "They're doing beautifully he's taking Cashmore with a seriousness!" "And with what is Cashmore taking him?"
Brookenham had placed himself, side by side with the child, on a distant little settee, but it was impossible to make out from the countenance of either if a sound had passed between them. Aggie's little manner was too developed to show, and her host's not developed enough. "Oh he's awfully careful," Lord Petherton reassuringly observed.
Edward Brookenham had under the influence of this demonstration gradually risen from his seat, and as his wife approached that part of her process which might be expected to furnish the proof he placed himself before her with his back to the fire. "And Mitchy, I suppose?" But he was out. "No. Mitchy's different." He wondered. "Different?" "Not a help. Quite a drawback."
Edward Brookenham had only time to sound this warning before a lady, presenting herself in the open doorway, followed close on the announcement of her name. "Mrs. Beach Donner!" the impression was naturally marked. Every one betrayed it a little but Mrs. Brookenham, who, more than the others, appeared to have the help of seeing that by a merciful stroke her visitor had just failed to hear.
"If you wished to be stiff with our friend here you've really been so with HER; which comes, no doubt, from the absence between you of proper preconcerted action. You spoke without your cue." "Oh!" said Edward Brookenham. "That's it, Jane" Mrs. Brook continued to take it beautifully. "We dressed to-day in a hurry and hadn't time for our usual rehearsal.
Why isn't it convincingly plain to you that the thing to do with Nanda is just to marry her and to marry her soon? That's the great thing do it while you CAN. If you don't want her downstairs at which, let me say, I don't in the least wonder your remedy is to take the right alternative. Don't send her to Tishy " "Send her to Mr. Mitchett?" Mrs. Brookenham unresentfully quavered.
"Yes, but I fancy that that will be his notion of it keeping him from making debts. I dare say one needn't trouble about him," Brookenham added. "He can take care of himself." "He appears to have done so pretty well all these years," she mused. "As I saw him in my childhood I see him now, and I see now that I saw then even how awfully in love he was with mamma. He's too lovely about mamma," Mrs.
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