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He now hastened to say that he had nothing to do with his sister's leaving the studio she had only come, as it happened, for a moment. She had walked away with Peter Sherringham because they were cousins and old friends: he was to leave England immediately, for a long time, and he had offered her his company going home. Mrs. Rooth shook her head very knowingly over the "long time" Mr.
Miss Rooth was light and bright and direct to-day direct without being stiff and bright without being garish. To Nick's perhaps inadequately sophisticated mind the model, the actress were figures of a vulgar setting; but it would have been impossible to show that taint less than this extremely natural yet extremely distinguished aspirant to distinction.
"Aren't you quiet about the great thing about my personal behaviour?" Miriam smiled. "My improprieties are all of the mind." "I don't know what you call your personal behaviour," her mother objected. "You would very soon if it were not what it is." "And I don't know why you should wish to have it thought you've a wicked mind," Mrs. Rooth agreeably grumbled.
Dashwood is pleased with even more than with other things." "What do you mean by other things?" "Oh her genius and her fine appearance." "He approves of her fine appearance? I ask because you think he knows what will take." "I know why you ask!" Mrs. Rooth bravely mocked. "He says it will be worth hundreds of thousands to her." "That's the sort of thing I like to hear," Peter returned.
Rooth ejaculated to her daughter simultaneously: "How can you ask such fantastic questions when you know he's dying for you?" "Oh dying! he's dying very hard!" cried Miriam. "Mr. But he won't have caught his fever from your humble servant."
"He's going away, the wretch; he's bidding us farewell." Rooth went on: "Going away? Ah then I must have one too!" She held out both her hands, and Sherringham, stepping forward to take them, kissed her respectfully on each cheek, in the foreign manner, while she continued: "Our dear old friend our kind, gallant gentleman!"
With the excuse of pressing work he put off Miss Rooth from day to day, and from day to day he expected to hear her knock at his door. It would be time enough when they ran him to earth again; and he was unable to see how after all he could serve them even then.
And if you find your voice it may carry you far. Besides, what does it matter what I think? How can I judge for your English public?" "How shall I find my voice?" asked Miriam Rooth. "By trying. Il n'y a que ça. Work like a horse, night and day. Besides, Mr. Sherringham, as he says, will help you." That gentleman, hearing his name, turned round and the girl appealed to him.
Peter looked about him to pick up his hat, but while he did so heard the bang of the gate and the quick carriage get into motion. Mrs. Rooth appeared to sway violently and in opposed directions: that of the impulse to rush after Miriam and that of the extraordinary possibility to which the young lady had alluded.
He endeavoured to recall to his mother the identity of this young lady, he adverted to the occasion in Paris when they all had seen her together. But Lady Agnes's mind and memory were a blank on the subject of Miss Miriam Rooth and she wanted to hear nothing whatever about her: it was enough that she was the cause of their ruin and a part of his pitiless folly.
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