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Mr. Longdon looked conspicuously subtle. "Then perhaps YOU'RE the man!" "Do I look like a 'great' one?" Vanderbank broke in. His visitor, turning away from him, again embraced the room. "Oh dear, yes!" "Well then, to show how right you are, there's the young lady." He pointed to an object on one of the tables, a small photograph with a very wide border of something that looked like crimson fur.
There IS mine at all events. I can't help it. Accept it. Then of the other feeling how SHE moves me I won't speak." "You sufficiently show it!" Mr. Longdon continued to watch the bright circle on the table, lost in which a moment he let his friend's answer pass. "I won't begin to you on Nanda." "Don't," said Vanderbank.
There's nothing that in the circumstances occurs to you as likely I should want to say?" Vanderbank gave a laugh that might have struck an auditor as a trifle uneasy. "When you speak of 'the circumstances' you do a thing that unless you mean the simple thrilling ones of this particular moment always of course opens the door of the lurid for a man of any imagination.
Longdon, focussing the effect of the sketch, pointed its moral with an indulgent: "Oh well, a FOREIGN duchess!" He could make his distinctions. "Yes, she's invidiously, cruelly foreign," Vanderbank agreed: "I've never indeed seen a woman avail herself so cleverly, to make up for the obloquy of that state, of the benefits and immunities it brings with it.
"It's charming to feel we shall probably have moved together." "Ah if moving's changing," she returned, "there won't be much for me in that. I shall never change I shall be always just the same. The same old mannered modern slangy hack," she continued quite gravely. "Mr. Longdon has made me feel that." Vanderbank laughed aloud, and it was especially at her seriousness. "Well, upon my soul!"
"Oh I require" Vanderbank had recovered his pleasant humour "more than to-night!" Mr. Longdon went off to the smaller table that still offered to view two bedroom candles. "You must take of course the time you need. I won't trouble you I won't hurry you. I'm going to bed."
It's really for Mitchy and Aggie," the girl went on "before they go abroad." "Ah then I see what you've come up for! Tishy and I aren't in it. It's all for Mitchy." "If you mean there's nothing I wouldn't do for him you're quite right. He has always been of a kindness to me !" "That culminated in marrying your friend?" Vanderbank asked.
Decidedly she went fast, but Mr. Longdon in a moment had caught up. "Mr. Vanderbank your idea is would require on the part of his wife something of that sort?" "Pray who wouldn't in the world we all move in require it quite as much? Mr. Vanderbank, I'm assured, has no means of his own at all, and if he doesn't believe in impecunious marriages it's not I who shall be shocked at him.
"It's beautiful but it's terrible!" he finally murmured. He hadn't his eyes on Vanderbank, who for a minute said nothing, and he presently went on: "To see it and not to want to try to help well, I can't do that."
Of everything really that in our last talk I told you I felt I must have out with myself before meeting you for what I suppose you've now in mind." Mr. Longdon had kept his eyes on her, but at this he turned away; not, however, for an alternative, embracing her material situation with the embarrassed optimism of Vanderbank or the mitigated gloom of Mitchy.
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