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The joy, for her, was to know why she acted the reason was half the business; whereas with Mrs. Lowder there might have been no reason: "why" was the trivial seasoning-substance, the vanilla or the nutmeg, omittable from the nutritive pudding without spoiling it. Mrs. Lowder's desire was clearly sharp that their young companions should also prosper together; and Mrs.
Lowder's striking niece would, perhaps, be the way as well, for in her too was the absence of flourish, though she had little else, so far as one could tell, in common with Lord Mark. Yet how indeed could one tell, what did one understand, and of what was one, for that matter, provisionally conscious but of their being somehow together in what they represented?
"What is then," she asked, "your impression?" Mrs. Stringham's impression seemed lost in her doubts. "How can he ever care for her?" Her companion, in her companion's heavy manner, sat on it. "By being put in the way of it." "For God's sake then," Mrs. Stringham wailed, "put him in the way! You have him, one feels, in your hand." Maud Lowder's eyes at this rested on her friend's.
Lowder, sister, I suppose, of her servant Lowder's, with whom I, notwithstanding all my resolution to follow business close this afternoon, did stay talking and playing the foole almost all the afternoon, and there saw two or three foolish sorry pictures of her doing, but very ridiculous compared to what my wife do. She grows mighty homely and looks old. 13th.
Lowder's recommendation that nothing should be said to Kate it was on this rich attitude of Aunt Maud's that the idea of an interesting complication might best hope to perch; and when, in fact, after the colloquy we have reported Milly saw Kate again without mentioning any name, her silence succeeded in passing muster with her as the beginning of a new sort of fun.
The exact identity of her candidate was a detail; what was of the essence was her conception of the kind of match it was open to her niece to make with her aid. Marian always spoke of marriages as "matches," but that was again a detail. Mrs. Lowder's "aid" meanwhile awaited them if not to light the way to Lord Mark, then to somebody better.
It made a moment during which her companion waited on her word; partly as if from a yearning, shy but deep, to have her case put to her just as Kate was struck by it; partly as if the hint of pity were already giving a sense to her whimsical "shot," with Lord Mark, at Mrs. Lowder's first dinner.
This quality in it seemed possibly a little to deny weight to Maud Lowder's evoked presence as Susan Stringham, still sitting up, became, in excited reflection, a trifle more conscious. Something determinant, when the girl had left her, took place in her nameless but, as soon as she had given way, coercive.
His eyes had followed her at this time quite long enough, before he overtook her, to make out more than ever, in the poise of her head, the pride of her step he didn't know what best to call it a part, at least, of Mrs. Lowder's reasons.
Lowder's request to her old friend. It was accordingly on Mrs.
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