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This self-possession, however, took on her own part no account of any awkwardness: it seemed the greater from the fact that she was almost unnaturally grave, and it overflowed in the immediate challenge: "Do you mean to say Van isn't here? I've come without mother she said I could, to see HIM," she went on, addressing herself more particularly to Mitchy.
Longdon looked so interested that his fellow visitor, evidently stirred by what was now an appeal and a dependence, grew still more bland, or at least more assured, for affirmation. "She's not TOO sorry for herself." "Ah she's so proud!" "Yes, but that's a help." "Oh not for US!" It arrested Mitchy, but his ingenuity could only rebound.
"Why don't you call it more gracefully," Mitchy asked, freshly struck, "a little aeolian-harp set in the drawing-room window and vibrating in the breeze of conversation?" "Oh because the harp gives out a sound, and WE at least we try to give out none." "What you take, you mean, you keep?" "Well, it sticks to us. And that's what you don't mind!" Their eyes met long on it. "Yes I see. I DON'T mind.
Mitchy, at this, on his ottoman, wheeled straight round to the girl, who looked at him before speaking. "I'll go if Mitchy tells me." "But if he does fear," said her mother, "that there may be something in it ?" Mitchy jerked back to Mrs. Brook. "Well, you see, I don't want to give way to my fear. Suppose there SHOULD be something! Let me not know." She dealt with him tenderly. "I see.
It made Vanderbank, restless now and turning about the room, stop with a smile at Mrs. Brook. "We understand too well!" "Not if he doesn't understand," she replied after a moment while she turned to Mitchy, "that his real 'combination' can in the nature of the case only be !"
"That only means," Mitchy explained, "that you keep your observation for your likes which is more admirable than prudent. But between my fear in the one direction and my desire in the other," he lightly added, "I scarcely know how to present myself. I must study the ground. Meanwhile HAS old Van told you much about me?"
Mitchy on this turned off with an ambiguous but unmistakeably natural sigh; he looked at photographs, he took up a book or two as Vanderbank had done, and for a couple of minutes there was silence between them.
"The only way for Nanda to have been REALLY nice !" "Would have been for YOU to be like Jane?" Mitchy and his hostess seemed for a minute, on this, to gaze together at the tragic truth. Then she shook her head. "We see our mistakes too late."
"She has a theory" Vanderbank, from his chair, lighted it up for Mitchy, who hovered before them "that your chance WILL come, later on, after I've given my measure." "Oh but that's exactly," Mitchy was quick to respond, "what you'll never do! You won't give your measure the least little bit.
"If he SHOULD admit it," Mrs. Brookenham threw in, "will you give me the money?" "The money?" "To pay Mitchy back." She had now raised her eyes to her husband, but, turning away, he failed to meet them. "He'll deny it." "Well, if they all deny it," she presently remarked, "it's a simple enough matter. I'm sure I don't want them to come down on us!
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