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Updated: May 1, 2025
On this particular occasion I was in the little study adjoining the dining-room where Aunt Tishy was engaged in cleaning away the dishes after tea. I was not eavesdropping, but could not help hearing what they said. My name was mentioned. "O yes," said Uncle Joe; "I knowed Massa Fitchjarals back dar in Virginny. I use ter hear 'im preach dar when I was a boy." There was a silence.
You've known ever since we came to England what I feel about the proper persons and the most improper for her to meet. The Tishy Grendons are not a bit the proper." Mrs. Brookenham continued to assist a little in the preparations for tea.
"By accident, my dear," her mother replied, "I do quite hope. But what on earth did you bring it for? It's too hideous." Nanda seemed to wonder. "Is it?" she murmured. "Then you haven't read it?" She just hesitated. "One hardly knows now, I think, what is and what isn't." "She brought it only for ME to read," Tishy gravely interposed. Mrs. Brook looked strange. "Nanda RECOMMENDED it?"
Larry led his bicycle and walked beside Tishy, and found pleasure in meeting her again after four years of absence. For one thing, she had become even better-looking than he remembered her turned into a thundering handsome young woman, he thought and it became him, as an artist, to be a connoisseur in such matters.
They're mere vanity, but they help along. You've got of course always poor Tishy," he continued. "Will you leave it all to ME?" Nanda said as if she had not heard him. "And then you've got poor Carrie," he went on, "though HER of course you rather divide with your mother." "Will you leave it all to ME?" the girl repeated.
"That's a neat one for ME!" Vanderbank declared. "And I like your talk about your antediluvian 'time." "Oh it's all over." "What exactly is it," Vanderbank presently demanded, "that you describe in that manner?" "Well, my little hour. And the danger of picking up." "There's none of it here?" Nanda appeared frankly to judge. "No because, really, Tishy, don't you see? is natural. We just talk."
He took a step towards where Tishy was sitting, and put his hand under his chin. Her bright water-grey eyes were alight with mutiny; she laughed defiantly. "Suppose I don't want it!" Her father looked steadily at her; he saw, as clearly as if she had spoken, that the suggestion had excited her.
Then he began to consider his son. He could not feel the same confidence in Barty that Tishy inspired. Where Barty got hold of all his dam-silly notions was more than anyone, least of all his father, could imagine. Nevertheless, they had had their uses, and might still justify themselves "in a sense," he thought; "if not in one way, maybe in another." He moved on to his wife.
'Poor little Tishy! the girl continued, rather inscrutably. 'And can she do nothing for you? the young man inquired. Her answer surprised him after a moment. 'She has kindly offered to exert herself, but it's no use. 'Well, that's good. And who is it the young man comes for the secretary of embassy? 'Oh, he comes for all of us, said Dora, laughing.
Then he would see all of them she meant all of themselves, Dora and Effie and Tishy, and even Mademoiselle Bourde. She spoke exactly as if he had never approached her on the subject of Dora and as if Tishy, who was ten years of age, and Mademoiselle Bourde, who was the French governess and forty, were objects of no less an interest to him.
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