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Vanderbank laughed out as it was even after ten years still possible to laugh at the childlike innocence with which her voice could invest the hardest teachings of life; then with something a trifle nervous in the whole sound and manner he sprang up from his chair. "What a blessing he is to us all!" "Yes, but think what we must be to HIM." "An immense interest, no doubt."
"Do you call THIS madness?" Well, he rather stuck to it. "You spoke of it yourself as excitement. You'll make of course one of your fine distinctions, but I take it in my rough way as a whirl. We're going round and round." In a minute he had folded his arms with the same closeness Vanderbank had used in a minute he too was nervously shaking his foot.
"Off where?" Mr. Longdon risked. Vanderbank immediately informed him. "To one of the smaller Italian towns. Don't you know?" "Oh yes. Like who is it? I forget." "Anna Karenine? You know about Anna?" "Nanda," said the Duchess, "has told him. But I thought," she went on to Mrs. Brook, "that Lady Fanny, by this time, MUST have gone." "Petherton then," Mrs.
She's MY youth she WAS mine. And if you ever have a chance," he wound up, "do put in for me that if she wants REALLY to know she's booked for my old age. She's clever enough, you know" and Vanderbank, laughing, went over for his hat "to understand what you tell her." Nanda took this in with due attention; she was also now on her feet. "And then she's so lovely." "Awfully pretty!"
There was a lemon-coloured stuff on the sofa and chairs, a wonderful polish on the floor that was largely exposed, and a copy of a French novel in blue paper on one of the spindle-legged tables. Vanderbank looked about him an instant as if generally struck, then gave himself to something that had particularly caught his eye.
Not when he wants them so." "Mr. Longdon? Then that keeps up?" "'That'?" she was at a loss. "I mean his intimacy with Mitchy." "So far as it IS an intimacy." "But didn't you, by the way" and he looked again at his watch "tell me they're just about to turn up together?" "Oh not so very particularly together." "Mitchy first alone?" Vanderbank asked.
Why, there was a fellow there " He pulled up, however, and, thinking better of it, selected another instance. "The Duchess weren't you introduced to the Duchess? never calls me anything but 'Vanderbank' unless she calls me 'caro mio. It wouldn't have taken much to make her appeal to YOU with an 'I say, Longdon! I can quite hear her." Mr.
"And you want me to be sure that so far as I may ever have had a scruple she has had her chance and got rid of it." "Completely," Mitchy smiled. "Because" Vanderbank with the aid of his cigar thoughtfully pieced it out "that may possibly bring me to the point." "Possibly!" Mitchy laughed.
"That's just my anguish and your advantage. It's awfully curious," Vanderbank went on to Nanda, "but I feel as if I must figure to him, you know, very much as Mr. Longdon figures to me. Mr. Longdon doesn't somehow get into me. Yet I do, I think, into him. But we don't matter!" "'We'?" Nanda, with her eyes on him, echoed it. "Mr.
Brook appealed afresh to Vanderbank. "I think we ought to spare him. I may not remind you of mamma," she continued to their companion, "but I hope you don't mind my saying how much you remind me. Explanations, after all, spoil things, and if you CAN make anything of us and will sometimes come back you'll find everything in its native freshness. You'll see, you'll feel for yourself." Mr.
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