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We're all watching her. It's like some great natural poetic thing an Alpine sunrise or a big high tide." "You're amazing!" Mr. Cashmore laughed. "I'm watching her too." "And I'm also watching YOU!" Mrs. Brook lucidly continued. "What I don't for a moment believe is that her bills are paid by any one. It's MUCH more probable," she sagaciously observed, "that they're not paid at all."
Cashmore, who would have been very red-haired if he had not been very bald, showed a single eye-glass and a long upper lip; he was large and jaunty, with little petulant movements and intense ejaculations that were not in the line of his type. "You may say anything you like if you don't say you'll repay it. That's always nonsense I hate it."
"I went over from Hicks the other day for an hour." "And Carrie was there?" "Yes. It was a dreadful horrid bore. But I talked only to your daughter." She got up the others were at hand and offered Mr. Cashmore an expression that might have struck him as strange. "It's serious." "Serious?" he had no eyes for the others. "She didn't tell me."
Cashmore out five minutes ago." Vanderbank showed for the next short time by his behaviour what he felt at not yet being free to act on this; moving pointlessly about the room while the servants arranged the tea-table and taking no trouble to make, for appearance, any other talk. Mrs.
Longdon, and Nanda, still flanked by Mr. Cashmore, between that gentleman and his wife, who had Harold on her other side. Edward Brookenham was neighboured by his son and by Vanderbank, who might easily have felt himself, in spite of their separation and given, as it happened, their places in the group, rather publicly confronted with Mr. Longdon. "Is his wife in the other room?" Mrs.
I'm afraid at any rate you won't think I am," he pursued after a pause, "if I ask you what in the world since Harold does keep Lady Fanny so quiet Cashmore still requires Nanda's direction for." "Ah find out!" said Mrs. Brook. "Isn't Mrs. Donner quite shelved?" "Find out," she repeated. Vanderbank had reached the door and had his hand on the latch, but there was still something else.
Vanderbank's silence might, without his mere kind pacific look, have seemed almost inhuman. Poor Mr. Longdon had finally to do his own simple best. "Will you bring your daughter to see me?" he asked of Mrs. Brookenham. "Oh, oh that's an idea: will you bring her to see ME?" Mr. Cashmore again broke out. Mrs. Brook had only fixed Mr. Longdon with the air of unutterable things.
It was said in a manner that stirred the circle, and unanimous laughter seemed already to have crowned her invocation, lately uttered, to the social spirit. "But what in the world," she pursued, "is the book selected for such a position? I hope it's not a very big one." "Oh aren't the books that are sat upon," Mr. Cashmore freely speculated, "as a matter of course the bad ones?"
"I shall say nothing to your mother, but I think I shall be rather glad you're not a son of mine." Harold wondered at this new element in their talk. "Do your sons never ?" "Borrow money of their mother's visitors?" Mr. Cashmore had taken him up, eager, evidently, quite to satisfy him; but the question was caught on the wing by Mrs.
Then she turned again to her old friend. "We can manage about Nanda you needn't ever see her. She's 'down' now, but she can go up again. We can arrange it at any rate c'est la moindre des choses." "Upon my honour I protest," Mr. Cashmore exclaimed, "against anything of the sort!
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