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"You think we might have survived that." A new thought of it seemed to glimmer. "I'm bound to say Mitchy's marriage promises elements." "You did it that night at Mrs. Grendon's." He spoke as if he had not heard her. "It was a wonderful performance. You pulled us down just closing with each of the great columns in its turn as Samson pulled down the temple.
Mitchy's face turned of a colour that might have been produced by her holding close to it some lantern wonderfully glazed. "You know, you know!" he then rang out. "Of course I know." "You know, you know!" Mitchy repeated. "Everything," she imperturbably went on, "but what you're talking about." He was silent a little, his eyes on her. "May I kiss your hand?"
I want you to think this a refuge but not of that kind!" he laughed. "Sit down, for heaven's sake; lie down be happy! Of course you've made acquaintance all except that Mitchy's so modest! Tea, tea!" and he bustled to the table, where the next minute he appeared rather helpless. "Nanda, you blessed child, do YOU mind making it? How jolly of you! are you all right?"
"Upon my word, Duchess, under the nose of those " The Duchess, on the first blush, lent herself to the humour of the case. "Well, Petherton, of 'those'? I defy him to finish his sentence!" she smiled to the others. Especially," he continued to jest, "with a man of Mitchy's vile reputation." "Oh!" Edward Brookenham exclaimed at this, but only as with quiet relief.
Mitchy, uttering this incitement, had moved to the empty chair by the window, in which he presently was sunk; and it might have been in emulation of his previous strolling and straying that Vanderbank himself now began to revolve. The meditation he next threw out, however, showed a certain resistance to Mitchy's advice. "I'm glad at any rate I don't deprive her of a fortune."
But if Nanda didn't trust us," he went on, "her case would indeed be a sorry one. She has nobody else to trust." "Yes." Mitchy's concurrence was grave. "Only you and me." "Only you and me." The eyes of the two men met over it in a pause terminated at last by Mitchy's saying: "We must make it all up to her." "Is that your idea?" "Ah," said Mitchy gently, "don't laugh at it."
Mitchy's momentary renewal of stillness was addressed, he somehow managed not obscurely to convey, to the last clause of his friend's speech. "If you're not sure," he presently resumed, "why can't you frankly ask him?" Vanderbank again, as the phrase is, "mooned" about a little. "Because I don't know that it would do." "What do you mean by 'do'?"
Longdon's and Vanderbank's and Mitchy's, to say nothing of that of the others, has only to catch a reflected light from over the Channel in order to double at once its appeal to the imagination. It exactly happened moreover that my own material here was to profit in a particular way by that extension of view.
Mitchy gave the kindest of laughs. "Well, I dare say I oughtn't to." "Oh I didn't mean to correct you," his interlocutor hastened to profess; "I meant on the contrary, will it be right for me too?" Mitchy's great goggle attentively fixed him. "Try it." "To HER?" "To every one." "To her husband?" "Oh to Edward," Mitchy laughed again, "perfectly!" "And must I call him 'Edward'?"
You always seem to me to hold the strings of such a lot of queer little dramas. Have something on the shelf for me when we meet again. THE thing just now is the outlook for Mitchy's affair. One cares enough for old Mitch to fancy one may feel safer for a lead or two. In fact I want regularly to turn you on."
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