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Dallow rectified. "Leave them to me!" "You're generous you're noble," he stammered. "Your mother must live at Broadwood; she must have it for life. It's not at all bad." "Ah Julia," her companion replied, "it's well I love you!" "Why shouldn't you?" she laughed; and after this no more was said between them till the boat touched shore.
Our young man coloured deeper and watched the footman spring down as the victoria drove up; he heard Nash say something about the honour of having met Mrs. Dallow in Paris. Nick wanted him to go into the house; he damned inwardly his lack of delicacy. He desired a word with Julia alone as much alone as the two annoying servants would allow.
Gabriel puffed his cigarette with a serenity so perfect that it might have been assumed to falsify these words. "Mrs. Dallow will send for you vous allez voir ça," he said in a moment, brushing aside all vagueness. "She'll send for me?" "To paint her portrait; she'll recapture you on that basis.
Dallow has kindly consented to accept that yoke. I think you saw her in Paris." "Ah yes: you spoke of her to me, and I remember asking you even then if you were in love with her." "I wasn't then," said Nick. Nash had a grave pause. "And are you now?" "Oh dear, yes." "That would be better if it wasn't worse." "Nothing could be better," Nick declared. "It's the best thing that can happen to me."
Gabriel, however, was used to sudden collapses and even to sudden ruptures on the part of those addressed by him, and no man had more the secret of remaining gracefully with his conversational wares on his hands. He saw Mrs. Dallow approach Nick Dormer, who was talking with one of the ladies of the embassy, and apparently signify that she wished to speak to him.
He waited a little to see if Mr. Carteret would guess, and at first thought nothing would come of this. But after resting his young-looking eyes on him for a moment the old man said: "I should indeed be very happy to hear that you've arranged to take a wife." "Mrs. Dallow has been so good as to say she'll marry me," Nick returned. "That's very suitable. I should think it would answer."
"I'll lend her a house," said Mrs. Dallow. "Oh Julia, Julia!" Nick half groaned. But she paid no attention to his sound; she only held up her review and said: "See what I've brought with me to read Mr. Hoppus's article." "That's right; then I shan't have to. You'll tell me about it."
Much as she desired to see their valued Julia, and as she knew her daughters desired it, she was quite ready to put off their visit if this sacrifice should contribute to a speedy confrontation for Nick. She was anxious he should talk with Mrs. Dallow, and anxious he should be anxious himself; but it presently appeared that he was conscious of no pressure of eagerness.
Then the consciousness of the falsity of his own position surged over him again and he replied: "Do you mean the period for which Mrs. Dallow insisted on keeping me dangling? Oh that's over!" he almost gaily brought out. "And are you married has it come off?" the old man asked eagerly. "How long have I been ill?" "We're uncomfortable, unreasonable people, not deserving of your interest.
I must add that Julia Dallow was too happy now, flicking her whip in the bright summer air, to say anything so ungracious even to herself as that her companion had been returned in spite of his nearest female relatives.
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