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"If he SHOULD admit it," Mrs. Brookenham threw in, "will you give me the money?" "The money?" "To pay Mitchy back." She had now raised her eyes to her husband, but, turning away, he failed to meet them. "He'll deny it." "Well, if they all deny it," she presently remarked, "it's a simple enough matter. I'm sure I don't want them to come down on us!
"And you have Aggie till then?" "Till then," said the Duchess cheerfully. "You're off for Easter to where is it?" she continued. Mrs. Brookenham had received with no flush of betrayal the various discriminations thus conveyed by her visitor, and her only revenge for the moment was to look as sweetly resigned as if she really saw what was in them. Where were they going for Easter?
"You'd understand soon enough if you felt Van's loyalty." "Oh the things you expect me to feel, my dear!" Edward Brookenham lightly moaned. "Well, it doesn't matter. But he IS as loyal to me as Mr. Longdon to mamma." The statement produced on his part an unusual vision of the comedy of things. "Every Jenny has her Jockey!"
"Heaven forbid!" and Van again retreated. "I'LL tell him like a shot if you really give me leave," said Mr. Cashmore, for whom any scruple referred itself manifestly not to the subject of the information but to the presence of a lady. "I DON'T give you leave and I beg you'll hold your tongue," Mrs. Brookenham returned. "You handle such matters with a minuteness ! In short," she broke off to Mr.
They DO!" The Duchess, as she spoke, became aware of the nearer presence of Edward Brookenham, who within a minute had come in from the other room; and her decision of character leaped forth in her quick signal to him. "Edward will tell you." He was already before their semicircle. "DO you, dear," she appealed, "want Nanda back from Mr. Longdon?"
Brookenham dropped. "DOES he like her?" she continued. "You must know." "Ah it's just my knowing that constitutes the beauty of my loyalty of my delicacy." He had his quick jumps too. "Am I never, never to see the child?" This enquiry appeared only to confirm his friend in the view of what was touching in him.
"I mean not utterly REALLY. He has to try to. But it won't make any difference," she next remarked. "Do you mean his trying?" "No, I mean his not succeeding. He'll be just the same." She saw it steadily and saw it whole. "On account of mamma." Brookenham also, with his perfect propriety, put it before himself. "And will he on account of your mother also like ME?" She weighed it. "No, Edward."
Brookenham "since he wholly lives on him." "Lord Petherton on Mr. Mitchett?" The Duchess stared, but rather in amusement than in horror. "Why, hasn't he a property?" "The loveliest. Mr. Mitchett's his property. Didn't you KNOW?" There was an artless wail in Mrs. Brookenham's surprise.
And with that he reached the door, on opening which he pulled up at a sound from below. "The Duchess! She's coming up." Mrs. Brookenham looked quickly round the room, but she spoke with utter detachment. "Well, let her come." "As I'd let her go. I take it as a happy sign SHE won't be at Brander." He stood with his hand on the knob; he had another quick appeal. "But after Tuesday?" Mrs.
Brookenham waited so long to say what she considered that before she next spoke the question appeared to have dropped. Then she only replied as if suddenly remembering her manners: "Won't you eat something?" She indicated a particular plate. "One of the nice little round ones?"
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