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Vanderbank broke in. "Not in the least." He seemed to look for a way to express the distinction which suddenly occurred to him. "He wasn't in love with Mitchy's mother." "No" Nanda turned it over. "Mitchy's mother, it appears, was awful. Mr. Cashmore knew her." Vanderbank's smoke-puffs were profuse and his pauses frequent. "Awful to Mr. Cashmore? I'm glad to hear it he must have deserved it.
"Ah aren't we very much the same simple lovers of life? That is of that finer essence of it which appeals to the consciousness " "The consciousness?" his companion took up his hesitation. "Well, enlarged and improved." The words had made on Mitchy's lips an image by which his friend appeared for a moment held. "One doesn't really know quite what to say or to do." "Oh you must take it all quietly.
All of which didn't prevent some of Mitchy's queer condonations if condonations in fact they were from not wholly, by themselves, soothing his vague unrest, an unrest which never had been so great as at the moment he heard the Duchess abruptly say to him: "Do you know my idea about Nanda? It's my particular desire you should the reason, really, why I've thus laid violent hands on you.
Mitchy's confession at this seemed to explain his previous evasion. "We shall never know." Mr. Longdon hesitated. "He won't tell YOU?" "Me?" Mitchy had a pause. "Less than any one." Many things they had not spoken had already passed between them, and something evidently, to the sense of each, passed during the moment that followed this. "While you were abroad," Mr.
They were face to face again with more mute interchange. "She doesn't want HIM to have lost !" Mr. Longdon, however, on this, once more broke off while Mitchy's eyes followed him. "Doesn't it give a sort of measure of what she may feel ?" He had paused, working it out again with the effect of his friend's returning afresh to be fed with his light. "Doesn't what give it?"
For the first time since I've known you, you went in for decency." Mitchy's surprise showed as real. "It struck you as decency ?" Since he wished she thought it over. "Oh your behaviour !" "My behaviour was my condition. Do you call THAT decent? No, you're quite out." He spoke, in his good nature, with an approach to reproof. "How can I ever ?"
Longdon with a gaiety slightly strained, "that, contrary to your usual rule, it's a success." It was a gaiety, for that matter, that Mitchy's could match. "It does promise well! But I've another idea even now, and it's just what I'm again trying." "On me?" Mr. Longdon still somewhat extravagantly smiled. Mitchy thought. "Well, on two or three persons, of whom you ARE the first for me to tackle.
You see, when there has been nothing before, it all has to come with a rush. So that if even I'm surprised of course she is." "And of course I am!" Mitchy's interest, though even now not wholly unqualified with amusement, had visibly deepened. "You admit then," he continued, "that you're surprised?" Nanda just hesitated. "At the mere scale of it. I think it's splendid.
"The smash," he replied, "was indeed as complete, I think, as your intention. Each of the 'pieces' testifies to your success. Five minutes did it." She appeared to wonder where he was going. "But surely not MY minutes. Where have you discovered that I made Mitchy's marriage?" "Mitchy's marriage has nothing to do with it." "I see." She had the old interest at least still at their service.
But what I must begin with is having from you that you recognise she trusts us." Mitchy's idea after an instant had visibly gone further. "Both of them the two women up there at present so strangely together. Mrs. Brook must too; immensely. But for that you won't care." Mr. Longdon had relapsed into an anxiety more natural than his expression of a moment before. "It's about time!
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