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No woman ought to seek to prolong her reign beyond a certain age. If Adela had come back with her sheaves they must be resolutely scattered to the winds by somebody. Arabian had taken a flat in Chelsea looking over the river. Evidently he was going to settle down in London. "But I live in Paris!" thought Miss Van Tuyn, as she pushed Lady Sellingworth's bell.
"I have no reason whatever to suppose that Miss Van Tuyn is thinking of marriage at this moment," he said, in an almost shrill voice. "But surely you would not frighten me without a reason," said Fanny Cronin with mild severity, sitting back again in her chair. "Frighten you, dear Miss Cronin! I would not do that for the world. What have I said to frighten you?"
When were you last in Paris?" "Passing through or staying do you mean?" "Staying." Lady Sellingworth was silent for an instant, and Craven saw the half sad, half mocking expression in her eyes. "I haven't stayed in Paris for ten years," she said. She glanced at Sir Seymour, who slightly bent his curly head as if in assent. "It's almost incredible, isn't it, Mr. Craven?" said Miss Van Tuyn.
Directly I set eyes on him I knew he ought to have been in quod himself! Come now, what do you say? Look here! I'll make a bargain with you. I'll give you the thing when it's done." Miss Van Tuyn looked at Garstin in amazement, and missed the sudden gleam of light that came into Arabian's eyes. But Garstin did not miss it and repeated: "I'll give you the thing! Now what do you say?
"Work it's the thing in life!" roared Garstin. "It's the great consolation for all the damnableness of the human existence. Work first and the love of women second!" "Thank you very much for your chivalry, Dick," said Miss Van Tuyn, sending one of her most charming blue glances to the living bronze, who returned it, almost eagerly, she thought. "And the love of women betrays," continued Garstin.
Her final dismissal of the subject of young Craven's possible happiness with Beryl Van Tuyn, if circumstances should ever bring them together, had been very abrupt. She had really almost kicked it out of the conversation. But then, she had never been fond of discussing love affairs. Braybrooke had noticed that. As he considered the matter he began to feel rather uneasy.
Yet Miss Van Tuyn had never with him had the sensation of being near to something dangerous which she had with Arabian. Yet Arabian was scrupulously polite, was quiet, almost gentle in manner, and had a great deal of charm. She remembered his following her in the street at night. What would he be like with women of that sort?
She said, in my presence and in that of Sir Seymour Portman and Miss Van Tuyn, that she did not belong to this age." "What an what an extraordinary statement!" said Braybrooke, drinking down his second cocktail at a gulp. "She said she was or rather, had been an Edwardian. She would not have it that she belonged to the present day at all." "A whim! It must have been a whim!
The other, in a long white glove, rested on the table, and presently the fingers of it began gently to close and unclose, making, as they did this, a faint shuffling noise against the cloth. Miss Van Tuyn glanced at those fingers and then again at Craven, but for the moment he did not notice her.
Was she self-conscious as he was, and had she observed their concentration upon herself and him? Or, on the other hand, could she had misunderstood his manner with Miss Van Tuyn? He knew how very sensitive women are about each other. And Lady Sellingworth, of course, was old, although he never bothered, and seldom thought, about her age.
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