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"Are you quite serious?" his companion after a moment resumed. "Do you really and truly like her, Mitchy?" "I like her as much as I dare to as much as a man can like a girl when from the very first of his seeing her and judging her he has also seen, and seen with all the reasons, that there's no chance for him whatever. Of course, with all that, he has done his best not to let himself go.
"Ah," laughed the subject of Vanderbank's information, "I'm afraid 'pursuit, with me, is over." "Why, you're at the age," Mitchy returned, "of the most exquisite form of it. Observation." "Yet it's a form, I seem to see, that you've not waited for my age to cultivate." This was followed by a decisive headshake. "I'm not an observer. I'm a hater."
"Why if it's anything that could possibly make any one like him any less. I mean I shan't in that case in the least want to hear it." Mitchy looked as if he could understand that and yet could also imagine something of a conflict. "But if Mr. Longdon insists ?" "On making me know? I shan't let him insist. Would YOU?" she put to him. "Oh I'm not in question!" "Yes, you are!" she quite rang out.
"I suppose I'm bound to keep in mind in fairness the existence of my own knowledge of yours." But Mitchy gave that the go-by. "Oh I've so many 'ideas'! I'm always getting hold of some new one and for the most part trying it generally to let it go as a failure. Yes, I had one six months ago. I tried that. I'm trying it still." "Then I hope," said Mr.
I too came back but yesterday and I've an engagement for which I'm already late with Miss Brookenham, who has been so good as to ask me to tea." The divided mind, the express civility, the decent "Miss Brookenham," the escape from their hostess these were all things Mitchy could quickly take in, and they gave him in a moment his light for not missing his occasion.
"You don't deprive her of mine of course," Mitchy answered from the chair; "but isn't her enjoyment of Mr. Longdon's at least a good deal staked after all on your action?" Vanderbank stopped short. "It's his idea to settle it ALL?" Mitchy gave out his glare.
She had a smile that was dim, that was slightly strange. "Unless you'll stay for company." "Thanks impossible. And then Mr. Longdon alone?" "Unless Mitchy stays." He had another pause. "You haven't after all told me about the 'evolution' or the evolutions of his wife." "How can I if you don't give me time?" "I see of course not." He seemed to feel for an instant the return of his curiosity.
"Such pressure might suggest to him moreover that you're hesitating more than you perhaps really are." "Oh as to THAT" said Vanderbank, "I think he practically knows how much." "And how little?" He met this, however, with no more form than if it had been a poor joke, so that Mitchy also smoked for a moment in silence.
"Why the fact that we still like him." Mr. Longdon stared. "Do YOU still like him?" "If I didn't how should I mind ?" But on the utterance of it Mitchy fairly pulled up. His companion, after another look, laid a mild hand on his shoulder. "What is it you mind?" "From HIM? Oh nothing!" He could trust himself again. "There are people like that great cases of privilege." "He IS one!" Mr.
The Duchess folded the big feathered fan that had partly protected their vision. "Well, SHE, poor dear, can't help it. She wants him herself." At the drop of the Duchess's fan he restored his nippers. "And he doesn't not a bit want HER!" "There it is. She has put down her money, as it were, without a return. She has given Mitchy up and got nothing instead."
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