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"But where? That's what I ask!" said Mrs. Rooth. "Why not here?" Sherringham threw out. "Oh here!" And the good lady shook her head with a world of sad significance. "Come and live in London and then I shall be able to paint your daughter," Nick Dormer interposed. "Is that all it will take, my dear fellow?" asked Gabriel Nash. "Ah, London's full of memories," Mrs. Rooth went on.
The raffinés despise the theatre," said Peter Sherringham in the manner of a man abreast with the culture of his age and not to be captured by a surprise. "Connu, connu!"
It's all for that to know what one is, if one's a stick!" "You've great courage, you've rare qualities," Sherringham risked. She had begun to touch him, to seem different: he was glad she had not gone. But for a little she made no answer, putting down her empty cup and yearning over the table as for something more to eat.
He had gone out early and had directed his servant to come to Rosedale Road in an hour or two with a portmanteau: he was going down to Beauclere in the course of the day, Mr. Carteret being ill perhaps Mr. Sherringham didn't know it. Perhaps too Mr. Sherringham would catch him in Rosedale Road before he took his train he was to have been busy there for an hour.
Nick put a question about Peter's predicament and learned, rather to his disappointment, that it consisted only of the fact that he was in love with Miriam. He appealed to his visitor to do better than this, and Nash then added the touch that Sherringham wouldn't be able to have her. "Oh they've ideas!" he said when Nick asked him why. "What ideas? So has he, I suppose."
"Don't you care for me? Haven't you any gratitude?" Sherringham insisted. "Gratitude for kindly removing the blest cup from my lips? I want to be what she is I want it more than ever." "Ah what she is !" He took it impatiently. "Do you mean I can't? Well see if I can't. Tell me more about her tell me everything." "Haven't you seen for yourself and, knowing things as you do, can't you judge?"
"I know the way you should look at it if you do look at it at all," Sherringham conceded. "That's so easy! I thought you liked the stage so," Miriam artfully added. "Don't you want me to be a great swell?" "And don't you want me to be?" "You will be you'll share my glory." "So will you share mine." "The husband of an actress? Yes, I see myself that!" Peter cried with a frank ring of disgust.
"Oh, we'll arrange that: they shall do one at the Français on purpose for a delightful little yearning English girl." "Can you make them?" "I can make them do anything I choose." "Ah then it's the theatre that believes in you," said Mr. Nash. "It would be ungrateful if it didn't after all I've done for it!" Sherringham gaily opined.
Elder Sherringham hath lost this very day a good and valuable horse, wherewith he used to drive his family to meeting, his wife being bedridden. 'Perchance, said Lois, 'the horse died of some natural disease.
Nick introduced Gabriel Nash to his mother and to the other two as "a delightful old friend" whom he had just come across, and Sherringham acknowledged the act by saying to Mr. Nash, but as if rather less for his sake than for that of the presenter: "I've seen you very often before." "Ah repetition recurrence: we haven't yet, in the study of how to live, abolished that clumsiness, have we?" Mr.
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