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The discussion kept them for the instant well face to face. "Then did YOU read it?" She debated, jerking the book into the nearest empty chair, where Mr. Cashmore quickly pounced on it. "Wasn't it for that you brought it me?" she demanded. Yet before he could answer she again challenged her child. "Have you read this work, Nanda?" "Yes mamma." "Oh I say!" cried Mr.
I do all I can to enter into her life, but you can't get into a railway train while it's on the rush." Mr. Cashmore swung back to hilarity. "You give me lots of things. Do you mean she's so 'fast'?" He could keep the ball going. Mrs. Brookenham obliged him with what she meant. "No; she's a tremendous dear, and we're great friends.
"The comprehension of petty calculations? Never!" "I don't say the calculations are petty," Mr. Cashmore objected. "Well, she's a great creature. If she does fall !" His hostess lost herself in the view, which was at last all before her. "Be sure we shall all know it." "That's exactly what I'm afraid of!" "Then don't be afraid till we do.
But before I know it she leaves me again: she feels what a difference her presence makes in one's liberty of talk." Mr. Cashmore was struck by this picture. "That's awfully charming of her." "Isn't it too dear?" The thought of it, for Mrs. Brook, seemed fairly to open out vistas. "The modern daughter!" "But not the ancient mother!" Mr. Cashmore smiled.
Cashmore, Lady Fanny and Harold too after a minute and on perceiving the movement of the others, ended by enlarging it, with mutual accommodation and aid, to a pleasant talkative ring in which the subject of their companion's demonstration, on a low ottoman and glaring in his odd way in almost all directions at once, formed the conspicuous attractive centre. Tishy was nearest Mr.
There was little indeed to be amused at here except his choice of the particular invidious name. "You know I don't believe a word you say." Mr. Cashmore drank his tea, then rose to carry the cup somewhere and put it down, declining with a motion any assistance. When he was on the sofa again he resumed their intimate talk.
"There's only ourselves in the house," he replied. A person less experienced than Dr. Cashmore in the secret strangenesses of genteel life in London might have been astonished by this information. But Dr. Cashmore no more blenched now than he had blenched at the puce garment. "Well, hurry up and get some hot water," said he, in a tone dictatorial and savage. "Quick, now! And brandy!
This arrangement, however, constituted for her, in her own corner, as soon as she had made it, the ground of an appeal. "Will he hate me any worse for doing that?" Vanderbank glanced at the others. "Will Cashmore, do you mean?" "Dear no I don't care whom HE hates. But with Mr. Longdon I want to avoid mistakes." "Then don't try quite so hard!" Vanderbank laughed.
"Lady Fanny Cashmore!" the butler was already in the field, and the company, with the exception of Mrs. Donner, who remained seated, was apparently conscious of a vibration that brought it afresh, but still more nimbly than on Aggie's advent, to its feet. "Go to her straight be nice to her: you must have plenty to say. YOU stay with me we have our affair."
"She's exposed it's much worse to ME. But Aggie isn't exposed to anything never has been and never is to be; and we're watching to see if the Duchess can carry it through." "Why not," asked Mr. Cashmore, "if there's nothing she CAN be exposed to but the Duchess herself?" He had appealed to his companions impartially, but Mr.
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