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"Do be nice to her," Lady Agnes breathed to him as he placed her in the vehicle at the door of the café; and he guessed it gave her a comfort to have left him sitting there with Mrs. Dallow. He had every disposition to be nice to his charming cousin; if things went as she liked them it was the proof of a certain fine force in her the force of assuming they would.
"He ought to have gone; he owed you that," she went on; "but it's very true he would have had the same luck as we. I went with the girls directly after luncheon. I suppose you got our card." "He might have come after I came in," said Mrs. Dallow. "Dear Julia, I'm going to see you to-night. I've been waiting for that," Nick returned. "Of course we had no idea when you'd come in," said Lady Agnes.
Julia protested; but he could see, through the dimness, that her face spoke differently. "You'll have it in time, but I won't come to it," Nick went on. "You can't come less than you do." "When I say you'll have it I mean you've already got it. That's why I don't come." "I don't think you know what you mean," said Mrs. Dallow.
His pretension was in truth that he had purged his life of such possibilities of waste, though probably he would have admitted that if that fair vessel should spring a leak the wound in its side would have been dealt by a woman's hand. In dining two evenings before with her brother and with the Dormers Mrs. Dallow had been moved to exclaim that Peter and Nick knew the most extraordinary people.
Why, if you make such a point of my coming to Griffin, do you want me to come at all?" She hesitated an instant; then she returned; "I knew you hated it!" "You provoke me so," said Nick. "You try to, I think." "And Severals is still worse. You'll get out of that if you can," Mrs. Dallow went on. "If I can? What's to prevent me?" "You promised Lady Whiteroy. But of course that's nothing."
She sounded it as the highest of favours, resting her hand on Biddy's. "Don't be afraid. And may I bring a friend the friend with whom I'm staying?" Miriam now just gloomed. "Do you mean Mrs. Dallow?" "No, no Miss Tressilian. She puts me up, she has got a flat. Did you ever see a flat?" asked Biddy expansively. "My cousin's not in London."
"Yes, Mrs. Dallow if you like." "Are you in love with her?" "Not in the least." "Well, she is with you so I understood." "Don't say that," said Nick Dormer with sudden sternness. "Ah you are, you are!" his companion pronounced, judging apparently from this accent.
You should attack some fine strong type. Is Mrs. Dallow in London?" Nash inquired. "For what do you take her? She's paying visits." "Then I've a model for you." "Then you have ?" Nick stared. "What has that to do with Mrs. Dallow's being away?" "Doesn't it give you more time?"
These words, however, had not the effect they suggested, since Mrs. Dallow only threw off for answer, in her quick curt way, that that would be making far too much of him. It was one of the things in her that Nick mentally pronounced ungraceful, the perversity of pride or of shyness that always made her disappoint you a little if she saw you expected a thing.
"There are some things that lead to nothing," said Mrs. Dallow. "No doubt no doubt. And how are you going to get over to your island?" "I don't know." "Isn't there a boat?" "I don't know." Nick had paused to look round for the boat, but his hostess walked on without turning her head. "Can you row?" he then asked. "Don't you know I can do everything?" "Yes, to be sure.
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