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Longdon's smile was queer. "I can't prevent him. I'm not a great house to give orders to go over me. The kindness is Mr. Vanderbank's own, and I've taken up, I'm afraid, a great deal of his precious time." "You have indeed." Mrs. Brook was undiscouraged. "He has been talking with me just now of nothing else. You may say," she went on, "that it's I who have kept him at it.
"Ah but what becomes of friendship?" Mr. Longdon earnestly and pleadingly asked, while he still held Vanderbank's arm as if under the spell of the vivid explanation supplied him. The young man met his eyes only the more sociably. "Friendship?" "Friendship." Mr. Longdon maintained the full value of the word.
That's a joy," he went on, "if it's not drawn out by the mere clumsiness of my flattery." She had turned away from him, kindly enough, as if time for his talk in the air were always to be allowed him: she took in vaguely Vanderbank's books and prints. "Why didn't your mother come?" Mitchy then enquired. At this she again looked at him.
The product of Beccles accepted at all events a cigarette still much as a joke and an adventure and looked about him as if even more pleased than he expected. Then he broke, through his double eye-glass, into an exclamation that was like a passing pang of envy and regret. "You young men, you young men !" "Well, what about us?" Vanderbank's tone encouraged the courtesy of the reference.
You'd be much worse to us if it wasn't for the still warm ashes of your old passion." It was an immense pity for Vanderbank's amusement that he was at this moment too far off to fit to the expression of his old friend's face so much of the cause of it as had sprung from the deeply informed tone of Mrs. Brook's allusion.
"What I don't admit is that you've given me ground to take for a proof of your 'intentions' to use the odious term your association with me on behalf of the preposterous fiction, as it after all is, of Nanda's blankness of mind." Vanderbank's head, in his chair, was thrown back; his eyes ranged over the top of the room.
"I sometimes think in effect that you're incapable of anything straightforward." Vanderbank's movement had not been to the door, but he almost reached it after giving her, on this, a hard look. He then stopped short, however, to stare an instant still more fixedly into the hat he held in his hand; the consequence of which in turn was that he the next minute stood again before her chair.
Something in Vanderbank's present study of the signs accordingly showed he had had to learn to feel his way and had more or less mastered the trick. That she had turned a little pale was really the one fresh mark. "'Funked' it? Why in the world ?" His own colour deepened at her accent, which was a sufficient light on his having been stupid. "Do you mean you've declined the arrangement?"
Longdon took up another ash-tray, but with the air of doing so as a direct consequence of Vanderbank's tone. After he had laid it down he put on his glasses; then fixing his companion he brought out: "Have you no idea at all ?" "Of what you have in your head? Dear Mr. Longdon, how SHOULD I have?" "Well, I'm wondering if I shouldn't perhaps have a little in your place.
"Well, so that on the day she does she'll come into the interest of a considerable sum of money already very decently invested that I've determined to settle on her." Vanderbank's instant admiration flushed across the room. "How awfully jolly of you how beautiful!" "Oh there's a way to show practically your appreciation of it." But Vanderbank, for enthusiasm, scarcely heard him.
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