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This moment's great and you've produced it. You were great when you felt all you COULD produce. Therefore," Mitchy went on, pausing once more, as he walked, before a picture, "I won't pull the whole thing down by the vulgarity of wishing I too only had a first-rate Cotman." "Have you given up some VERY big thing to come?" Nanda replied to this.
Mitchy leaned back from this, fist within fist, watching her with a certain disguised emotion. He grinned almost too much for mere amusement. "That's the class to which YOU belong." "It's the best one," she returned, "and I'm careful to remain in it. You try to get us, by bribery, into the inferior place, because, proud as you are, it bores you a little that you like us so much.
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'?"
Vanderbank could show that his not having in the least forgotten was yet not a bar to his being now mystified. "But, my dear man, what can Nanda 'settle'?" "My fate," Mitchy said, pausing well before him. Vanderbank sat now a minute with raised eyes, catching the indistinctness of the other's strange expression. "You're both beyond me!" he exclaimed at last.
Brookenham took it with a wonderful bright emotion. "My dear friend, vous me rendez la vie! If you can stand Mitchy you can stand any of us!" "Upon my honour I should think so!" Mr. Cashmore was eager to remark. "What on earth do you mean," he demanded of Mrs. Brook, "by saying that I'm more 'minute' than he?" She turned her beauty an instant on this critic.
"Well, what I HAVE had from Mitchy," she cheerfully responded, "is practically a lesson in dancing: by which I perhaps mean rather a lesson in sitting, myself, as I want you to do while I talk, as still as a mouse. They take," she declared, "while THEY talk, an amount of exercise!" "They?" Mr. Longdon wondered. "Was his wife with him?" "Dear no he and Mr. Van." "Was Mr. Van with him?"
Nanda, who had arrived but half an hour before, spoke as if she had lost the chance to give him a new impression. "I've stayed here yes, but not with Mitchy; with some people or other who the deuce can they have been? who had the place for a few months a year or two ago." "Don't you even remember?" Vanderbank wondered and laughed. "It will come to me.
It was Mitchy who rang out with this lively wisdom, the action of which on Mr.
Oughtn't the man or do you know our host's room?" Mr. Longdon, addressing Mitchy with solicitude, yet began to show in a countenance less blank a return of his sense of relations. It was as if something had happened to him and he were in haste to convert the signs of it into an appearance of care for the proprieties.
It was half-past five when Mitchy turned up; and her relapse had in the mean time known no arrest but the arrival of tea, which, however, she had left unnoticed.
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