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In fact her note which he showed me, but which only mentioned 'some friends' was a sort of appeal on the ground of something or other that had happened the last time." The Duchess dealt with it. "She writes the most extraordinary notes." "Well, this was nice, I thought," Mrs. Brookenham said "from a woman of her age and her immense position to so young a man." Again the Duchess reflected.
Brookenham as she spoke appeared to attest by the pretty star-gazing way she thrust it into the air her own possession of the totality of such a feature. "I don't know yet quite what I think, but one wakes up to such things soon enough." "Do you suppose it's her idea that he'll marry her?" Brookenham asked in his colourless way. "My dear Edward!" his wife murmured for all answer.
"Well, I didn't borrow money to make me one as I've a sharp idea our young scamp does." Mrs. Brookenham hesitated. "From whom do you mean the Jews?" He looked at her as if her vagueness might be assumed. "No. They, I take it, are not quite so cordial to him, since you call it so, as the old ladies. He gets it from Mitchy." "Oh!" said Mrs. Brookenham. "Are you very sure?" she then demanded.
Brookenham never looked so comparatively hopeful as when obliged to explain. "She has everything there a girl can want." "My dear woman," asked the Duchess, "has she sometimes her own mother?" The men had now come in to place the tea-table, and it was the movements of the red-haired footman that Mrs. Brookenham followed. "You had better ask my child herself." The Duchess was frank and jovial.
It was less apparent than ever what Edward supposed. "Oh Van hasn't money to chuck about." "Ah I only mean a sovereign here and there." "Well," Brookenham threw out after another turn, "I think Van, you know, is your affair." "It ALL seems to be my affair!" she lamented too woefully to have other than a comic effect. "And of course then it will be still more so if he should begin to apply to Mr.
"You'll see when she comes," suggested Brookenham, who was again at the window. "It isn't a she it's two or three he's, I think," his wife replied with her indifferent anxiety. "But I don't know what dinner it is," she bethought herself; "it may be the one that's after Easter. Then that one's this one," she added with her eyes once more on her book.
Well, with ME" said the Duchess with spirit, "she would be all." "'All' is soon said! Life is composed of many things," Mrs. Brookenham gently rang out "of such mingled intertwisted strands!" Then still with the silver bell, "Don't you really think Tishy nice?" she asked.
Little ensued then, for some minutes, while the servants were present; she spoke only as the butler was about to close the door. "If Mr. Longdon presently comes show him into Mr. Brookenham's room if Mr. Brookenham isn't there. If he is show him into the dining-room and in either case let me immediately know." The man waited expressionless. "And in case of his asking for Miss Brookenham ?"
Brookenham had passed half round the room with the glide that looked languid but that was really a remarkable form of activity, and had given a transforming touch, on sofa and chairs, to three or four crushed cushions. It was all with the hanging head of a broken lily. "You're to stay till the twelfth." "But if I AM kicked out?" It was as a broken lily that she considered it.
Brookenham ever so graciously smiled. The Duchess hereupon, going beyond her, gave way to free mirth. "My dear thing, you're delightful. Aggie OR Tishy is a sweet thought. Since you're so good as to ask why Aggie has fallen off you'll excuse my telling you that you've just named the reason.
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