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Brook looked intelligent and wan about it, but also perfectly good-humoured. "My dear man, he and his affairs ARE such twaddle!" Vanderbank laughed in spite of himself. "And does that make it any better?" Mrs. Brook thought, but presently had a light she almost smiled with it. "For US!" Then more woefully, "Don't you want Carrie to be saved?" she asked. "Why should I? Not a jot. Carrie be hanged!"
Vanderbank, perched aloft on the bench and awaiting developments, had a little the look of some prepossessing criminal who, in court, should have changed places with the judge. He was unlike many a man of marked good looks in that the effect of evening dress was not, with a perversity often observed in such cases, to over-emphasise his fineness.
"I'm an old boy who remembers the mothers," he at last replied. "Yes, you told me how well you remember Mrs. Brookenham's." "Oh, oh!" and he arrived at a new subject. "This must be your sister Mary." "Yes; it's very bad, but as she's dead " "Dead? Dear, dear!" "Oh long ago" Vanderbank eased him off. "It's delightful of you," this informant went on, "to have known also such a lot of MY people."
Brook will have come terribly near," Vanderbank continued as if to make the matter free; "but she won't have done it either. She'll have been distinctly tempted !" "But she won't have fallen?" Mitchy broke in. "Exactly there we are. I was distinctly tempted and I didn't fall. I think your certainty about Mrs. Brook," he added, "shows you do know her.
"He wants to judge of what I may be doing to you he wants to save you from me. He quite detests me." Vanderbank, with the interest as well as the amusement, fairly threw himself back. "There's nobody like you you're too magnificent!"
"Though it won't prevent Nanda, I imagine," his hostess pursued, "from finding the fun of a whole month at Beccles or whatever she puts in not exactly fast and furious." Vanderbank had the look of measuring what the girl might "put in." "The place will be quiet, of course, but when a person's so fond of a person !" "As she is of him, you mean?" He hesitated. "Yes. Then it's all right."
Mitchy, with his eyes on her, became radiant to interpret. "He knows that he's pierced to the heart!" "The matter with him, as you call it," Vanderbank brought out, "is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." He looked at her as with a hope she'd understand. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!" "Precisely," Mitchy continued; "the victim done for by one glance of the goddess!"
Why, my moral beauty, my dear woman if that's what you mean by my genius is precisely my curse. What on earth is left for a man just rotten with goodness? It renders necessary the kind of liking that renders unnecessary anything else." "Now that IS cheap paradox!" Vanderbank patiently sighed. "You're down for a fine." It was with less of the patience perhaps that Mrs. Brook took this up.
"Certainly not if you marry her." "But isn't that at the same time," Vanderbank asked, "just the difficulty?" Mitchy looked vague. "The difficulty?" "Why as a married woman she'll be steeped in it again." "Surely" oh Mitchy could be candid! "But the difference will be that for a married woman it won't matter.
Vanderbank broke in. "Not in the least." He seemed to look for a way to express the distinction which suddenly occurred to him. "He wasn't in love with Mitchy's mother." "No" Nanda turned it over. "Mitchy's mother, it appears, was awful. Mr. Cashmore knew her." Vanderbank's smoke-puffs were profuse and his pauses frequent. "Awful to Mr. Cashmore? I'm glad to hear it he must have deserved it.
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