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"Only one but he's so intimate." Mrs. Jordan just hesitated. "He's a gentleman?" "Yes, he's not a lady." Her interlocutress appeared to muse. "She's immensely surrounded." "She will be with Mr. Drake!" Mrs. Jordan's gaze became strangely fixed. "Is she very good-looking?" "The handsomest person I know." Mrs. Jordan continued to brood. "Well, I know some beauties."
Flavia, still nodding nervously, fixed a strained glance of interrogation upon M. Roux. "Then you think she would be a woman whose first necessity would be to know, whose instincts would be satisfied only with the best, who could draw from others; appreciative, merely?" The novelist lifted his dull eyes to his interlocutress with an untranslatable smile and a slight inclination of his shoulders.
The intimation appeared to peep at her even out of his next word, lightly as he produced it. "Isn't it rather as if we had, Charlotte and I, for bringing us together, a benefactor in common?" And the effect, for his interlocutress, was still further to be deepened. "I somehow feel, half the time, as if he were her father-in-law too.
'Are we going very fast? 'Not fast, but steadily. Ohne Hast, ohne Rast do you know German? 'Well, I've studied it some. 'It will be useful to you over there when you travel. 'Well yes, if we do. But I don't suppose we shall much. Mr. Nettlepoint says we ought, my interlocutress added in a moment. 'Ah, of course he thinks so. He has been all over the world.
"How much you've all been through!" I ventured to ejaculate. "Then what has become of him?" "He's at home in Hampshire. He has got back his old place and I believe by this time his old sisters. It's not half a bad little place." "Yet its attractions say nothing to Flora?" "Oh, Flora's by no means on her back!" my interlocutress laughed. "She's not on her back because she's on yours.
She had extracted from her, none the less, a vow in respect to the time that, if the Colonel might be depended on, they would spend at Fawns; and nothing came home to her more, in this connection, or inspired her with a more intimate interest, than her sense of absolutely seeing her interlocutress forbear to observe that Charlotte's view of a long visit, even from such allies, was there to be reckoned with.
She had felt then, for some reason, a small silly terror, though afterwards conscious that her interlocutress, unfortunately hideous, had particularly meant to be kind. This was also what the Countess meant; yet the few words she had uttered and the smile with which she had uttered them immediately cleared everything up.
"How do you know the sort I mean?" My interlocutress had blushed and smiled, and in a moment she added: "I don't believe he gets many like them!" "I'm sure they're beautiful, but he burns without reading." I didn't add that I had convinced him he ought to. "Isn't he then in danger of burning things of importance?"
There were greater celebrities by the million, and of course greater swells, but a bigger person, by Kate's view, and a larger natural handful every way, would really be far to seek. When Milly inquired with interest if Kate's belief in her was primarily on the lines of what Mrs. Lowder "took up," her interlocutress could handsomely say yes, since by the same principle she believed in herself.
Milly hereupon replied appreciatively that such a description of herself made her feel as if pink paper were her dress and lavender its trimming; but Aunt Maud was not to be deterred by a weak joke from keeping it up. Her interlocutress could feel besides that she kept it up in perfect sincerity.
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