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"He won't!" she replied with a sharpness before which her interlocutor retired. "He will!" she then added in quite another tone to Mitchy. "That is, you know, he perfectly MAY. But oh the subtlety of servants!" she sighed. Mitchy was now all there. "Mr. Longdon's in town then?" "For the first time since you went away. He's to call this afternoon." "And you want to see him alone?" Mrs.
Longdon's poised glasses faced him. "Even! I don't mind, as the opportunity has come up, telling you frankly and as from my time of life to your own all the comfort I take in the sense that in any case of need or trouble she might look to you for whatever advice or support the crisis should demand." "She has told you she feels I'd be there?" Mitchy after an instant asked.
Longdon thought a moment. "Really, my child, you're most acute." "Oh I haven't watched life for nothing! Mitchy doesn't care," she repeated. Her companion seemed divided between a desire to draw and a certain fear to encourage her. "Doesn't care for what?" She considered an instant, all coherently, and it might have added to Mr. Longdon's impression of her depth. "Well, for himself.
I shall immediately bring it down and then in a few minutes be able to relieve you, I don't leave her alone too much one doesn't, you know, in a house full of people, a child of that age. Besides" and Mr. Longdon's interlocutress was even more confiding "I do want you so very intensely to know her. You, par exemple, you're what I SHOULD like to give her." Mr.
He now after the girl's remark turned away from his view of the rain, which he found different somehow from other rain, as everything else was different, and replied that he knew well enough what she could make Mr. Longdon do, but only wondered at Mr. Longdon's secret for acting on their friend.
Longdon's smile was beautiful it supplied so many meanings that when presently he spoke he seemed already to have told half his story. "Well, my life took a form. It had to, or I don't know what would have become of me, and several things that all happened at once helped me out. My father died I came into the little place in Suffolk.
Longdon's shoulder to push him toward a sofa, he continued to talk, to sound a note of which the humour was the exaggeration of his flurry. "How jolly of you to be willing to come most awfully kind! I hope she isn't ill? Do, Mitchy, lie down. Down, Mitchy, down! that's the only way to keep you." He had waited for no account of Mrs.
Longdon's roof, between Vanderbank and Mitchy, where the conduct of so much fine meaning, so many flares of the exhibitory torch through the labyrinth of mere immediate appearances, mere familiar allusions, is successfully and safely effected; such as the whole array of the terms of presentation that are made to serve, all systematically, yet without a gap anywhere, for the presentation, throughout, of a Mitchy "subtle" no less than concrete and concrete no less than deprived of that officious explanation which we know as "going behind"; such as, briefly, the general service of co-ordination and vivification rendered, on lines of ferocious, of really quite heroic compression, by the picture of the assembled group at Mrs.
"She told me to ask why he hadn't been again to see her. Mr. Mitchy, sugar? isn't that the way to say it? Three lumps? You're like me, only that I more often take five." Mitchy had dashed forward for his tea; she gave it to him; then she added with her eyes on Mr. Longdon's, which she had had no difficulty in catching: "She told me to ask you all sorts of things."
Longdon's silent," she went on, "and you are, Mitchy, and I am, how in the world shall she have a suspicion?" "You mean of course except by Van's deciding to mention it himself." Van might have been, from the way they looked at him, some beautiful unconscious object; but Mrs. Brook was quite ready to answer. "Oh poor man, HE'LL never breathe." "I see. So there we are."
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