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He thought this would be something rather fine. He had still other moods, in which he saw an old man with a grey moustache, like Colonel Newcome, meeting a beautiful white-haired lady; the man had never married, and he had not seen this lady for fifty years. He bent over, and kissed her hand. "You idiot!" said Mavering to himself. Throughout he kept a good appetite.
"And I'm a little too funny sometimes, I'm afraid." "No, you never are. When?" "That night at the Trevors'. You didn't like it." "I thought Miss Anderson was rather ridiculous," said Alice. "I don't like buffoonery in women." "Nor I in men," said Mavering, smiling. "I've dropped it." "Well, now we must part. I must go home at once," said Alice. "It's perfectly insane."
The nearest approach to a definition of the situation was in a walk between Mavering and Mrs. Pasmer, and this talk, too, light and brief, might have had no such intention as her fancy assigned his part of it. She recurred to something that had been said on Class Day about his taking up the law immediately, or going abroad first for a year.
"I wish I could hear them all," said Alice, with sincerity that made Mrs. Mavering laugh as light-heartedly as Dan himself, and that seemed to suggest the nest thing to her. "You can for the asking, almost any time. Are you a very truthful person, my dear? Don't take the trouble to deny it if you are," she added, at Alice's stare. "You see, I'm not at all conventional and you needn't be.
"I've tried to make her," said Miss Van Hook, "and I've been everywhere with her. One winter we were up the Nile, and another in Nice, and last winter we were in Rome. She met young men everywhere, and had offers upon offers; but it was of no use. She remained just the same, and till she met Mr. Mavering in Washington I don't believe " Miss Van Hook stopped, and Mrs.
"I went to bed, and waited for the next thing to happen. I found my thunderbolt waiting for me when I woke up. I didn't know what it was going to be, but when I felt a ring through the envelope of that note I knew what it was. I mind-read that note before I opened it." "Give it to the Society for Psychical Research," suggested Boardman. "Been to breakfast?" "Breakfast!" echoed Mavering.
"He is not bashful, certainly," said one of a little group who sat midway of the piazza while Alice and Mavering walked up and down together. "But don't you think he's modest? There's that difference, you know." The lady addressed waited so long before answering that the young couple came abreast of the group, and then she had to wait till they were out of hearing.
But she was not a woman to be troubled much by this momentary mystification, and she was not embarrassed at all when Munt said, as if it had all been pre-arranged, "Well, now, Mrs. Pasmer, if you'll let me leave you with Mr. Mavering a moment, I'll go off and bring that unnatural child to you; no use dragging you round through this crowd longer."
Pasmer to see the room of a real student a reading man, and all that and we'll come, to humour you." "Well, come upon any theory," said young Mavering.
It's early for a call, but it's a peculiar occasion, and it'll show your interest in the thing. You can't very well let it cool on your hands, unless you mean to accept the situation." "What do you mean?" demanded Mavering, getting up and standing over Boardman. "Do you think I could accept the situation, as you call it, and live?" "You did once," said Boardman.
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