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Kate had looked surprised that, as a matter of taste on such an adventurer's part, Densher shouldn't see it. But Densher was lost in another thought. "Do you mean that when, turning up myself, I found him leaving her, that was what had been taking place between them?" "Didn't you make it out, my dear?" Kate enquired.
But, Densher related further, he had had in other respects too the car of Juggernaut to face; he omitted nothing from his account of his visit, least of all the way Aunt Maud had frankly at last though indeed only under artful pressure fallen foul of his very type, his want of the right marks, his foreign accidents, his queer antecedents.
The extraordinary thing was that Densher could take it in perfectly as evidence, could turn cold at the image looking out of it; and yet that he could at the same time not intermit a throb of his response to accepted liberation.
Another was that she next addressed herself in all frankness to Lord Mark, drew near to him with an almost reproachful "Come and talk to me!" a challenge resulting after a minute for Densher in a consciousness of their installation together in an out-of-the-way corner, though not the same he himself had just occupied with her. Still another was that Mrs.
Densher might tell Milly that she is wrong, might convince her that he and Kate have not beguiled and misled her as she supposes; Densher, in other words, might mislead her again, and Mrs. Stringham entreats him to do so. That is why she has come, and such is the image which has been gradually created, and which at last is actual and palpable in the scene.
But when I took myself to Venice and kept myself there what," Densher asked, "did he make of that?" "Your being in Venice and liking to be which is never on any one's part a monstrosity was explicable for him in other ways. He was quite capable moreover of seeing it as dissimulation." "In spite of Mrs. Lowder?" "No," said Kate, "not in spite of Mrs. Lowder now.
He hated somehow the helplessness of his own note; but she had given it no heed. "She's doing it for him" and she nodded in the direction of Milly's medical visitor. "She wants to be for him at her best. But she can't deceive him." Densher had been looking too; which made him say in a moment: "And do you think you can? I mean, if he's to be with us here, about your sentiments.
Buttrick of Boston, but she dropped him after a tributary pause. "What do you think, now that you've seen him, of Mr. Densher?" It was not till after consideration, with her eyes fixed on her friend's, that Susie produced her answer. "I think he's very handsome." Milly remained smiling at her, though putting on a little the manner of a teacher with a pupil. "Well, that will do for the first time.
Till lately Milly was living in ignorance of the plot woven about her, the masterly design to make use of her in order that Densher and Kate Croy may come together in the end. The design was Kate's from the first; Densher has been much less resolute, but Kate was prepared to see it through.
Densher altered all proportions, had an effect on all values. It was fantastic of her to let it make a difference that she couldn't in the least have defined and she was at least, even during these instants, rather proud of being able to hide, on the spot, the difference it did make. Yet, all the same, the effect for her was, almost violently, of Mr.
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