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Vanderbank could show that his not having in the least forgotten was yet not a bar to his being now mystified. "But, my dear man, what can Nanda 'settle'?" "My fate," Mitchy said, pausing well before him. Vanderbank sat now a minute with raised eyes, catching the indistinctness of the other's strange expression. "You're both beyond me!" he exclaimed at last.
I did so this afternoon on our way back from church I hadn't done it before. He took me a walk round to show me more of the place, and that gave me my chance. But he doesn't mind," Vanderbank continued. "The only thing is that I've thought it may possibly make him speak to you, so that it's better you should know he knows. But he told me definitely Nanda doesn't."
I'm thinking of any that she herself may be still in a position to pick up. Mine now, don't you see? is in making out how I can manage for this. Of course it's rather difficult," the girl pursued, "for me to tell you exactly what I mean." "Oh but it isn't a bit difficult for me to understand you!" Vanderbank spoke, in his geniality, as if this were in fact the veriest trifle.
Vanderbank, overtaking him, lighted his candle for him; after which, handing it and smiling: "Shall we have conduced to your rest?" Mr. Longdon looked at the other candle. "You're not coming to bed?" "To MY rest we shall not have conduced. I stay up a while longer." "Good." Mr. Longdon was pleased. "You won't forget then, as we promised, to put out the lights?"
Longdon transferred to him something of the same colder apprehension, looking at him manifestly harder than ever before and finding in his eyes also no doubt a consciousness more charged. He presently got up, but, without answering Vanderbank, fixed again Mrs. Brook, to whom he echoed without expression: "Hate you?" The next moment, while he remained in presence with Vanderbank, Mrs.
"With me, of course?" Vanderbank met it with encouragement. The girl said nothing, but Mr. Longdon sought her eyes. "No with Nanda. You must mingle in the crowd." "Ah," the their companion laughed, "you two are the crowd!" "Well have your tea first." Vanderbank on this, giving it up with the air of amused accommodation that was never certainly for these two at fault in him, offered to Mr.
Brook just hesitated. "Unless you should prefer to take it as the form of yours." Vanderbank appeared for a moment obligingly enough to turn this over, but with the effect of noting an objection. "Oh I'm afraid I shall have to grind straight through the month and that by the time I'm free every Ring at Baireuth will certainly have been rung. Is it your idea to take Nanda?" he asked.
Vanderbank at this left his corner of the sofa and, with his hands in his pockets and a manner so amused that it might have passed for excited, took several paces about the room while his interlocutor, watching him, waited for his response.
I've lived for years in a hole. I'm not a man of the world." Vanderbank considered him with a benevolence, a geniality of approval, that he literally had to hold in check for fear of seeming to patronise. "There's not one of us who can touch you. You're delightful, you're wonderful, and I'm intensely curious to hear you," the young man pursued. "Were we absolutely odious?"
Mitchy was on his feet in the apartment in which their host had left them, and he had at first for this question but an expressive motion of the shoulders in respect to everything in the room. "See, judge, guess, feel!" But it was as if Vanderbank, before the fire, consciously controlled his own attention. "Oh I don't care a hang!"
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