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He would have been amused, hadn't he been slightly displeased, at all they seemed desirous to fasten on him. "Well, the impression was as deep as you like. But I really want Miss Theale to know," he pursued for Mrs. Stringham, "that I don't figure by any consent of my own as an authority about her."
That affected him now as still more probable than on the occasion of the hour or two lately passed with her in Kate's society. Milly Theale had recognised no complication, to Densher's view, while bringing him, with his companion, from the National Gallery and entertaining them at luncheon; it was therefore scarce supposable that complications had become so soon too much for her.
He waited as if she would show what she knew; but she only showed in silence the dawn of a surprise that she couldn't control. There was nothing but for him to ask what he wanted. "Is Miss Theale alive?" Kate's look at this was large. "Don't you know?" "How should I, my dear in the absence of everything?" And he himself stared as for light. "She's dead?"
Milly Theale had Boston friends, such as they were, and of recent making; and it was understood that her visit to them a visit that was not to be meagre had been undertaken, after a series of bereavements, in the interest of the particular peace that New York could not give.
Densher had quite to steady himself not to be awestruck at the immensity of the good his own friend must on all this evidence have wanted to do him. Of one thing indeed meanwhile he was sure: Milly Theale wouldn't herself precipitate his necessity of intervention.
She took now but a glance at the picture, though it was enough to make her question to her friends not too straight. "Isn't she superb?" "I brought Miss Theale," Lord Mark explained to the latter, "quite off my own bat." "I wanted Lady Aldershaw," Kate continued to Milly, "to see for herself."
Many men he practically made the reflexion wouldn't have taken the matter that way, would have lost patience, finding the appeal in question irrational, exorbitant; and, thereby making short work with it, would have let it render any further acquaintance with Miss Theale impossible.
She invariably gave way to feeling, and feeling had distinctly popped up in her on the advent of her girlhood's friend. The way the cat would jump was always, in presence of anything that moved her, interesting to see; visibly enough, moreover, for a long time, it hadn't jumped anything like so far. This, in fact, as we already know, remained the marvel for Milly Theale, who, on sight of Mrs.
"Then what becomes of Miss Theale?" "What I tell you. She stays on, and you stay with her." He stared. "All alone?" She had a smile that was apparently for his tone. "You're old enough with plenty of Mrs. Stringham."
This was, in a manner too, a general admonition to poor Susie's companion, who seemed to see marked by it the direction in which she had best most look out. It just faintly rankled in her that a person who was good enough and to spare for Milly Theale shouldn't be good enough for another girl; though, oddly enough, she could easily have forgiven Mrs. Lowder herself the impatience. Mrs.
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