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Updated: June 22, 2025
"It's your coming down here, you mean, for these three or four days, that will have fixed it?" The question this time was one to which the speaker might have expected an answer, but Vanderbank's only immediate answer was to walk and walk. "I want so awfully to be kind to her," he at last said. "I should think so!" Then with irrelevance Mitchy harked back. "Shall I find out?"
Longdon unless indeed it was the action of something else was to make that personage, in a manner that held the others watching him in slight suspense, suddenly spring to his feet again, put down his teacup carefully on a table near and then without a word, as if no one had been present, quietly wander away and disappear through the door left open on Vanderbank's entrance.
Vanderbank's silence might, without his mere kind pacific look, have seemed almost inhuman. Poor Mr. Longdon had finally to do his own simple best. "Will you bring your daughter to see me?" he asked of Mrs. Brookenham. "Oh, oh that's an idea: will you bring her to see ME?" Mr. Cashmore again broke out. Mrs. Brook had only fixed Mr. Longdon with the air of unutterable things.
But she was none the less in every way a charming woman too, and I don't know, after all, do I? what even she in their peculiar relation may not have said to him." Vanderbank's laugh came back. "Very good very good. I return to my first idea. Try with him whatever comes into your head. You're a woman of genius after all, and genius mostly justifies itself.
Vanderbank considered. "Ah there you are! And now we're 'we people'! That's right give it to us. I'm sure that in one way or another it's all earned. Well, I've known her ten years. But awfully well." "What do you call awfully well?" "We people?" Vanderbank's enquirer, with his continued restless observation, moving nearer, the young man had laid on his shoulder the lightest of friendly hands.
Edward Brookenham glanced at his daughter. "Yes, but I wish there were more." "DO you?" And Vanderbank's laugh at this odd view covered, for a little, the rest of the talk. But when he again began to follow no victory had yet been snatched. It was Mrs. Brook naturally who rattled the standard.
Mitchy broke almost with an air of responsibility into Vanderbank's silence. "Ah but, as we said, surely !" It was Mitchy's eyes that Vanderbank met. "Yes, I should suppose she gets it." "Perhaps then, as a compensation, she'll even get MORE !" "If I don't go in? Oh!" said Vanderbank. And he changed colour. He was by this time off, but Mrs. Brook kept Mitchy a moment.
Longdon's and Vanderbank's and Mitchy's, to say nothing of that of the others, has only to catch a reflected light from over the Channel in order to double at once its appeal to the imagination. It exactly happened moreover that my own material here was to profit in a particular way by that extension of view.
He prefers HER now and of course she's much nicer." Vanderbank's attention, it was clear, had now been fully seized. "She's much nicer. Rather! What you mean is," he asked the next moment, "that Nanda, this afternoon, has been the object of his call?" "Yes really; though he tried to keep it from me. She makes him feel," she went on, "so innocent and good."
Vanderbank's a man whom any woman, don't you think? might be whom more than one woman IS glad of for herself: beau comme le jour, awfully conceited and awfully patronising, but clever and successful and yet liked, and without, so far as I know, any of the terrific appendages which in this country so often diminish the value of even the pleasantest people.
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