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"Well, you'll have more than a handful to meet everything, every one that belongs to me, that touches me near or far; my family, my blood, my heredity, my traditions, my promises, my circumstances, my prejudices; my little past such as it is; my great future such as it has been supposed it may be." "I see, I see. It's splendid!" Nash exclaimed. "And Mrs. Dallow into the bargain," he added.
Yet the form in which the consequences of his apostasy appeared most to come home to Lady Agnes was the loss for the Dormer family of the advantages attached to the possession of Mrs. Dallow. The larger mortification would round itself later; for the hour the damning thing was that Nick had made that lady the gift of an unforgivable grievance.
George Dallow had made it, caring for these things and liking to talk about them scarce ever about anything else; so that it appeared to represent him still, what was best in his kindly, limited nature, his friendly, competent, tiresome insistence on harmony on identity of "period."
Dallow he still waved away this bounty, protesting that he would rather take a stall according to his wont and pay for it. Which led his guest to declare with a sudden flicker of passion that if he didn't do as she wished she would never sit to him again. "Ah then you have me," he had to reply. "Only I don't see why you should give me so many things." "What in the world have I given you?"
"That may be serious," said the old man. "He takes a great interest in the theatre. I suppose you'll say that may be serious too," Nick laughed. "Oh!" and Mr. Carteret looked as if he scarcely understood. Then he continued; "Well, it can't hurt you." "It can't hurt me?" "If Mrs. Dallow takes an interest in your interests." "When a man's in my situation he feels as if nothing could hurt him."
Dallow, who had suddenly become a still larger fact in his consciousness than his having turned actively political. She was indeed his being so in the sense that if the politics were his, how little soever, the activity was hers. She had better ways of showing she was clever than merely saying clever things which in general only prove at the most that one would be clever if one could.
Gresham, he was hesitating which way to go and was on the point of hailing a gardener to ask if Mrs. Dallow had been seen, he noticed, as a spot of colour in an expanse of shrubbery, a far-away parasol moving in the direction of the lake. He took his course toward it across the park, and as the bearer of the parasol strolled slowly it was not five minutes before he had joined her.
"She sat to me yesterday; she was there all the morning; but I didn't write to tell you. I went at her with great energy and, absurd as it may seem to you, found myself very tired afterwards. Besides, in the evening I went to see her act." "Does she act?" asked Mrs. Dallow. "She's an actress: it's her profession. Don't you remember her that day at Peter's in Paris?
I only looked in to see if you were here. Good-bye." "It's charming of you to have come. I'm so glad you've seen for yourself how well I'm occupied," Nick replied, not unconscious of how red he was. This made Mrs. Dallow look at him while Miriam considered them both. Julia's eyes had a strange light he had never seen before a flash of fear by which he was himself frightened.
"Did you make another speech?" Lady Agnes asked. "I don't know. Did I?" Nick appealed. "I don't know!" and Julia spoke with her back turned, doing something to her hat before the glass. "Oh of course the confusion, the bewilderment!" said Lady Agnes in a tone rich in political reminiscence. "It was really immense fun," Mrs. Dallow went so far as to drop. "Dearest Julia!"
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