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Updated: May 13, 2025
"We're in the train," Maggie mutely reflected after the dinner in Eaton Square with Lady Castledean; "we've suddenly waked up in it and found ourselves rushing along, very much as if we had been put in during sleep shoved, like a pair of labelled boxes, into the van.
"Because every one who may have anything to tell, you hold, will have been so squared?" And then inveterately, before she could say he enjoyed so much coming to this: "What will have squared Lady Castledean?" "The consciousness" she had never lost her promptness "of having no stones to throw at any one else's windows. She has enough to do to guard her own glass.
We can wire," she wound up, "from there." Ever so quietly she had brought it, as she had thought it, all out, and it had to be as covertly that he let his appreciation expand. "Then Lady Castledean ?" "Doesn't dream of our staying." He took it, but thinking yet. "Then what does she dream ?" "Of Mr. Blint, poor dear; of Mr. Blint only." Her smile for him for the Prince himself was free.
In this other scene it was Lady Castledean who was determinant, who kindled the light, or at all events the heat, and who acted on the nerves; Lady Castledean whom she knew she, so oddly, didn't like, in spite of reasons upon reasons, the biggest diamonds on the yellowest hair, the longest lashes on the prettiest, falsest eyes, the oldest lace on the most violet velvet, the rightest manner on the wrongest assumption.
All of which, besides, in Lady Castledean as in Maggie, in Fanny Assingham as in Charlotte herself, was working; for him without provocation or pressure, by the mere play of some vague sense on their part definite and conscious at the most only in Charlotte that he was not, as a nature, as a character, as a gentleman, in fine, below his remarkable fortune.
Castledean had gone up to London; the place was all her own; she had had a fancy for a quiet morning with Mr.
Blint seriously he was much more an outsider, by the larger scale, even than a Roman prince who consented to be in abeyance. Yet it was past finding out, either, how such a woman as Lady Castledean could take him since this question but sank for him again into the fathomless depths of English equivocation.
No other of her guests would have been thus convenient for their hostess; affairs, of whatever sorts, had claimed, by early trains, every active, easy, smoothly-working man, each in his way a lubricated item of the great social, political, administrative engrenage claimed most of all Castledean himself, who was so very oddly, given the personage and the type, rather a large item.
She had been dining, with her husband, in Eaton Square, on the occasion of hospitality offered by Mr. and Mrs. Verver to Lord and Lady Castledean. The propriety of some demonstration of this sort had been for many days before our group, the question reduced to the mere issue of which of the two houses should first take the field.
No other of her guests would have been thus convenient for their hostess; affairs, of whatever sorts, had claimed, by early trains, every active, easy, smoothly-working man, each in his way a lubricated item of the great social, political, administrative engrenage claimed most of all Castledean himself, who was so very oddly, given the personage and the type, rather a large item.
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