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It was the first time of Mr. Longdon's showing that even after a minute he had not understood him; so that as quickly as possible he passed to another point. "If you do anything may I be in it?" "But what can I do? If it's over it's over." "For HIM, yes. But not for her or for you or for me."
If it WERE so simple I should say to you in a moment 'do speak to them for me' I should leave the matter with delight in your hands. But I require time, let me remind you, and you haven't yet told me how much I may take." This appeal had brought them again face to face, and Mr. Longdon's first reply to it was a look at his watch. "It's one o'clock."
"But it's all right." Mr. Longdon gave a headshake that was both sad and sharp. "It's all wrong. But YOU'RE all right!" he added in a different tone as he walked hastily away. Nanda Brookenham, for a fortnight after Mr. Longdon's return, had found much to think of; but the bustle of business became, visibly for us, particularly great with her on a certain Friday afternoon in June.
Longdon's historian to overlook that if he was, not unnaturally, mystified he was yet also visibly interested. "What boat is she in?" He had addressed his curiosity, with politeness, to Mr. Cashmore, but they were all arrested by the wonderful way in which Mrs. Brook managed to smile at once very dimly, very darkly, and yet make it take them all in. "I think YOU must tell him, Van."
Mitchy had been glaring at her over his tea. "You're more and more remarkable!" "Well then if I improve so give me your promise." Mitchy, as he partook of refreshment, kept up his thoughtful gaze. "I shall presently want some more, please. But do you mind my asking if Van knew " "That Mr. Longdon's to come? Oh yes, I told him, and he left with me a message for him." "A message?
"You don't deprive her of mine of course," Mitchy answered from the chair; "but isn't her enjoyment of Mr. Longdon's at least a good deal staked after all on your action?" Vanderbank stopped short. "It's his idea to settle it ALL?" Mitchy gave out his glare.
Longdon's smile was queer. "I can't prevent him. I'm not a great house to give orders to go over me. The kindness is Mr. Vanderbank's own, and I've taken up, I'm afraid, a great deal of his precious time." "You have indeed." Mrs. Brook was undiscouraged. "He has been talking with me just now of nothing else. You may say," she went on, "that it's I who have kept him at it.
"You ask it, my dear child," said the Duchess, "as if it were too grand to be believed. It's the note of eagerness," she went on for Mr. Longdon's benefit "it's almost the note of hope: one of those that ces messieurs, that we all in fact delight in and find so matchless. She desires for Harold the highest advantages."
"What in the world is very big, my child, but the beauty of this hour? I haven't the least idea WHAT, when I got Mr. Longdon's note, I gave up. Don't ask me for an account of anything; everything went became imperceptible.
Longdon's silence appeared to reply that he was willing to let it go for that, and the young man next went on: "What it comes to then as you put it is that it's a way for me to add something handsome to my income." Mr. Longdon sat for a little with his eyes attached to the green field of the billiard-table, vivid in the spreading suspended lamplight.
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