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"What is then," she asked, "your impression?" Mrs. Stringham's impression seemed lost in her doubts. "How can he ever care for her?" Her companion, in her companion's heavy manner, sat on it. "By being put in the way of it." "For God's sake then," Mrs. Stringham wailed, "put him in the way! You have him, one feels, in your hand." Maud Lowder's eyes at this rested on her friend's.
Susie, as she was apt to call her companion for a lighter change, had only had to wave a neat little wand for the fairy-tale to begin at once; in consequence of which Susie now glittered for, with Mrs. Stringham's new sense of success, it came to that in the character of a fairy godmother.
Stringham's impression of the scene they had just quitted. It was in the tone of the fondest indulgence almost, really, that of dove cooing to dove that Mrs. Lowder expressed to Milly the hope that it had all gone beautifully. Her "all" had an ample benevolence; it soothed and simplified; she spoke as if it were the two young women, not she and her comrade, who had been facing the town together.
He looked out into the lamplit fog, lost himself in the small sordid London street for sordid, with his other association, he felt it as he had lost himself, with Mrs. Stringham's eyes on him, in the vista of the Grand Canal.
"You know nothing, sir but not the least little bit about my friend." He hadn't pretended he did, but there was a purity of reproach in Mrs. Stringham's face and tone, a purity charged apparently with solemn meanings; so that for a little, small as had been his claim, he couldn't but feel that she exaggerated. He wondered what she did mean, but while doing so he defended himself.
It brought them closer, but it rather confirmed Mrs. Stringham's doubt. "Then what's the matter?" "That's the matter that I can scarcely bear it." "But what is it you think you haven't got?" Milly waited another moment; then she found it, and found for it a dim show of joy. "The power to resist the bliss of what I have!" Mrs.
Lowder's former schoolmate, the lady with the charming face and the rather high dress down there at the end. Lord Mark took in through his nippers these balanced attributes of Susie. "But isn't Mrs. Stringham's fidelity then equally magnificent?" "Well, it's a beautiful sentiment; but it isn't as if she had anything to give." "Hasn't she got you?" Lord Mark presently asked. "Me to give Mrs.
Stringham's part, a backward train: she hadn't known till tonight how much she remembered, or how fine it might be to see what had become of large, high-coloured Maud, florid, exotic and alien which had been just the spell even to the perceptions of youth.
Stringham's sounding it quite as if any suggestion that he should overtake them at the Rialto or the Bridge of Sighs would leave him temporarily cold. This precisely it was that, after a little, operated for Milly as an obscure but still fairly direct check to confidence. He had known where they all were from the others, but it was not for the others that, in his actual dispositions, he had come.
That was the effect in particular of Mrs. Stringham's visit, which had left him as with such a taste in his mouth of what he couldn't do. It had made this quantity clear to him, and yet had deprived him of the sense, the other sense, of what, for a refuge, he possibly could. It was but a small make-believe of freedom, he knew, to go to the station for Sir Luke.
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