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Longdon before departing the handshake of greeting he had omitted; a demonstration really the warmer for the tone of the joke that went with it. "Intrigant!"
Not when he wants them so." "Mr. Longdon? Then that keeps up?" "'That'?" she was at a loss. "I mean his intimacy with Mitchy." "So far as it IS an intimacy." "But didn't you, by the way" and he looked again at his watch "tell me they're just about to turn up together?" "Oh not so very particularly together." "Mitchy first alone?" Vanderbank asked.
You've only to look at me, as you must already have made out, to see I'm everything dreadful that he isn't. But you've seen him for yourself I needn't tell you!" Mitchy sighed. Mr. Longdon, as under the coercion of so much confidence, had stood in place longer than for any previous moment, and the spell continued for a minute after Mitchy had paused.
"I see him very often," she continued "oftener than Nanda. Oh but THEN Nanda. And then," little Aggie wound up, "Mr. Mitchy." "Oh I'm glad HE comes in," Mr. Longdon returned, "though rather far down in the list."
Longdon looked at her now with an evident surrender to his extreme interest, and it might well have perplexed him to see her at once so downright as from experience and yet of so fresh and sweet a tenderness of youth. "That's right, that's right, my dear young lady: never, never give up a friend for anything any one says!"
"Yes I'm rather slow; but I generally end by finding out. And I've got, thank heaven," said Mr. Longdon, "quite prejudices enough." "Then I hope you'll tell me some of them," Nanda replied in a tone evidently marking how much he pleased her. "Ah you must do as I do you must find out for yourself. Your resemblance to your grandmother is quite prodigious," he immediately added.
Old Van in fact if you really want a candid opinion," and Mitchy shone still brighter as he talked, "is formed for a distinctly higher sphere. I should go so far as to say that on our level he's positively wasted." "And are you very sure you're not?" Mr. Longdon asked with a smile. "Dear no I'm in my element. My element's to grovel before Van.
"I'll come to you presently and explain. I MUST get my letter for Petherton; after which I'll give up Mitchy, whom I was going to find, and since I've broken the ice if it isn't too much to say to such a polar bear! I'll show you le fond de ma pensee. Baby darling," she said to her niece, "keep Mr. Longdon. Show him," she benevolently suggested, "what you've been reading."
Vanderbank, for all his kindness, looked still more amused. "But if it only weren't, as you say, I seem to understand you wouldn't have your particular vision of urgency." Mr. Longdon, through adjusted glasses, took him in with a look that was sad as well as sharp, then jerked the glasses off. "Oh you do understand." "Ah," said Vanderbank, "I'm a mass of corruption!"
Longdon pondered and then, a little to Vanderbank's surprise, at any rate to his deeper amusement, candidly asked: "Only Fernanda? No other lady?" "Oh yes, several other ladies." Mr. Longdon appeared to hear this with pleasure. "You're quite right. We don't make enough of Sunday at Beccles." "Oh we make plenty of it in London!" Vanderbank said.
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