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"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?"
There was no great sharpness in the face of Mr. Cashmore, who was somehow massive without majesty; yet he mightn't have been proof against the suspicion that his young friend's embarrassment was an easy precaution, a conscious corrective to the danger of audacity. It wouldn't have been impossible to divine that if Harold shut his eyes and jumped it was mainly for the appearance of doing so.
Cashmore was unprepared with an answer to this question, and his hostess continued in a different tone: "It's sweet her sparing one!" This, for the visitor, was firmer ground. "Do you mean about talking before her?" Mrs. Brook's assent was positively tender. "She won't have a difference in my freedom. It's as if the dear thing KNEW, don't you see? what we must keep back.
"And who then was at Tishy's?" "Oh poor old Tish herself, naturally, and Carrie Donner." "And no one else?" The girl just waited. "Yes, Mr. Cashmore came in." Her mother gave a groan of impatience. "Ah AGAIN?" Nanda thought an instant. "How do you mean, 'again'? He just lives there as much as he ever did, and Tishy can't prevent him." "I was thinking of Mr. Longdon of THEIR meeting.
He had got up to make room for his host of so many occasions and, having forced him into the empty chair, now moved vaguely off to the quarter of the room occupied by Nanda and Mr. Cashmore. "That's very well," the Duchess resumed, "but it doesn't at all clear you, cara mia, of the misdemeanour of setting up as a felt domestic need something of which Edward proves deeply unconscious.
Cashmore showed, on this, something of the strength that comes from the practice of public debate. "Then why are you glad your daughter doesn't like her?" Mrs. Brook smiled as with the sadness of having too much to triumph. "Because I'm not, like Fanny, without mesquinerie. I'm not generous and simple. I'm exaggeratedly anxious about Nanda. I care, in spite of myself, for what people may say.
Harold remained sad, but showed himself really superior. "Then I won't say it." Pensively, a minute, he appeared to figure the words, in their absurdity, on the lips of some young man not, like himself, tactful. "I know just what you mean." "But I think, you know, that you ought to tell your father," Mr. Cashmore said. "Tell him I've borrowed of you?" Mr. Cashmore good-humouredly demurred.
Cashmore, hilarious and turning the leaves. Mr. Longdon had by this time ceremoniously approached Tishy. "Good-night." "I think you had better wait," Mrs. Brook said, "till I see if he has gone;" and on the arrival the next moment of the servants with the tea she was able to put her question. "Is Mr. Cashmore still with Miss Brookenham?" "No, ma'am," the footman replied. "I let Mr.
It was as if a spring had been loosed. Priam shut the door and shut out the ray of the street lamp. "I'm afraid there's no light here," said he. "I'll strike a match," said the doctor. "Thanks very much," said Priam. The flare of a wax vesta illumined the splendours of the puce dressing-gown. But Dr. Cashmore did not blench.
"I don't mind any one's saying anything." "Lord, are you already past that?" Harold sociably laughed. "He used to vibrate to everything. My dear man, what IS the matter?" Mrs. Brook demanded. "Does it all move too fast for you?" "Mercy on us, what ARE you talking about? That's what I want to know!" Mr. Cashmore vivaciously declared.
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