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I'm afraid at any rate you won't think I am," he pursued after a pause, "if I ask you what in the world since Harold does keep Lady Fanny so quiet Cashmore still requires Nanda's direction for." "Ah find out!" said Mrs. Brook. "Isn't Mrs. Donner quite shelved?" "Find out," she repeated. Vanderbank had reached the door and had his hand on the latch, but there was still something else.
"Not after becoming so intimate? It's usually, with people, the very first thing I get my impression of." There came into her face for another glance at their friend no crudity of curiosity, but an expression more tenderly wistful. "He must have some mysterious box under his bed." "Down in Suffolk? a miser's hoard? Who knows? I dare say," Vanderbank went on.
Vanderbank, with his shoulders against the high mantel, uttered this without a direct look; he smoked and smoked, then considered the tip of his cigar. "You feel convinced she knows?" he threw out. "Well, it's my impression." "Ah any impression of yours of that sort is sure to be right. If you think I ought to have it from you I'm really grateful. Is that a what you wanted to say to me?"
Longdon looked at his watch again. "Do you think I HAD better keep it?" "The cab?" Vanderbank liked him so, found in him such a promise of pleasant things, that he was almost tempted to say: "Dear and delightful sir, don't weigh that question; I'll pay, myself, for the man's whole night!" His approval at all events was complete. "Most certainly. That's the only way not to think of it."
Longdon continued to inspect her more favoured friend; which led him after a moment to bring out: "She ought to be, you know. Her grandmother was." "Oh and her mother," Vanderbank threw in. "Don't you think Mrs. Brookenham lovely?" Mr. Longdon kept him waiting a little. "Not so lovely as Lady Julia. Lady Julia had !" He faltered; then, as if there were too much to say, disposed of the question.
He turned to Vanderbank with a strange gasp, and that comforter said "Come!" The lower windows of the great white house, which stood high and square, opened to a wide flagged terrace, the parapet of which, an old balustrade of stone, was broken in the middle of its course by a flight of stone steps that descended to a wonderful garden.
But he had already passed with Nanda, on their greeting, back into the first room, which contained only themselves, and she had mentioned that she believed Tishy to have said 8.15, which meant of course anything people liked. "Oh then there'll be nobody till nine. I didn't, I suppose, sufficiently study my note; which didn't mention to me, by the way," Vanderbank added, "that you were to be here."
There's something in him what is it? that suggests the oncle d'Amerique, the eccentric benefactor, the fairy godmother. He's a little of an old woman but all the better for it." She hung fire but an instant before she pursued: "What can we make him do for you?" Vanderbank at this was very blank. "Do for me?" "How can any one love you," she asked, "without wanting to show it in some way?
I only want to put something before you and leave it there." "I never see you," said Vanderbank, "that you don't put something before me." "That sounds," his friend returned, "as if I rather overloaded what's the sort of thing you fellows nowadays say? your intellectual board. If there's a congestion of dishes sweep everything without scruple away. I've never put before you anything like this."
"I'm the most envied man I know so that if I were a shade less amiable I should be one of the most hated." Mr. Longdon laughed, yet not quite as if they were joking. "I see. Your pleasant way carries it off." Vanderbank was, however, not serious. "Wouldn't it carry off anything?" Again his friend, through the pince-nez, appeared to crown him with a Whitehall cornice.
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