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And he's pleasanter than Mitchy." "You mean because he doesn't want to marry you?" It was as if she had not heard that Nanda continued: "Well, he's more beautiful." "O-oh!" cried Mrs. Brook, with a drawn-out extravagance of comment that amounted to an impugnment of her taste even by herself. It contributed to Nanda's quietness. "He's one of the most beautiful people in the world."
"Ah !" Mitchy laughed. After which he added: "Well then, I might overbear you." "No, you mightn't," she as positively declared again, "and you wouldn't at any rate desire to." This he finally showed he could take from her showed it in the silence in which for a minute their eyes met; then showed it perhaps even more in his deep exclamation: "You're complete!"
"My dear child, as you see." Yes, she saw, but was still on the wing. "And shall you have recourse ?" "To what?" he asked as she appeared to falter. "I don't mean to anything violent. But shall you tell Nanda?" Mitchy wondered. "Tell her ?" "Well, everything. I think, you know," Mrs. Brook musingly observed, "that it would really serve her right."
"Nothing, nothing." The memory of some scene or some passage might have come back to her with a charm. "Ah say what you will it IS the way we ought to be!" Mitchy, after a minute of much intensity, had stopped watching her; changing his posture and with his elbows on his knees he dropped for a while his face into his hands. Then he jerked himself to his feet.
"I've got your books at any rate locked up and I wish you'd send for them quickly again; one's too nervous about anything happening and their being perhaps found among one's relics. Charming literary remains!" she laughed. The friendly Mitchy was also much amused. "By Jove, the most awful things ARE found! Have you heard about old Randage and what his executors have just come across?
Longdon had not made his house, he had simply lived it, and the "taste" of the place Mitchy in certain connexions abominated the word was just nothing more than the beauty of his life. Everything on every side had dropped straight from heaven, with nowhere a bargaining thumb-mark, a single sign of the shop.
Brook hesitated it was, however, clearly not because she had noticed. "Not better surely than by dear Mitchy? Or even if you come to that by Tishy herself." Nanda's simplicity maintained itself. "Oh Mr. Longdon's different from Tishy." Her mother again hesitated. "You mean of course he knows more?" The girl considered it. "He doesn't know MORE. But he knows other things.
They're more difficult, the bad ones and there's a lot in that. All the young men know it those who are going up for exams." She had her eyes for a little on Lord Petherton and her husband; then as if she had not heard what her interlocutor had just said she overcame her last scruple. "Dear Mitchy, has he had money from you?" He stared with his good goggle eyes he laughed out.
Her eyes were now far away, and she spoke after an instant without moving them. "And didn't I by the same token get a look at yours?" "Mine?" Mitchy thought, but seemed to doubt. "My dear child, I hadn't any then." "You mean that it has formed itself your system since?" He shook his head with decision. "I assure you I'm quite at sea.
"He can't very positively, you know, now like ANY of us. He misses a fortune." "There it is!" Mrs. Brook once more observed. Then she had a comparative brightness. "I'm so glad YOU don't!" He gave another laugh, but she was already facing Mr. Tatton, who had again answered the bell. "Show Mr. Longdon up." "I'm to tell him then it's at your request?" Mitchy asked when the butler had gone.
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