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"I would come and call for you just before eight. It's a fine night. It's dry, and it will be clear and starry." "You want me to walk?" He slightly reddened. "Or shall we dress and go in a taxi?" he said. "No, no. But I haven't said I can come." His face fell. "I will come," she said. "And we will walk. But what would Mr. Braybrooke say?" "Have you seen him? Has he told you?" "What?"
"Mockery?" "Yes. I feel it." "But didn't you find her very kind?" "Oh, yes. I meant of self-mockery." Braybrooke looked rather dubious. "I think," continued Craven, perhaps a little obstinately, "that she looks upon herself with irony, while Miss Van Tuyn looks upon others with irony. Perhaps, though, that is rather a question of the different outlooks of youth and age." "H'm?"
Braybrooke had not blushed for probably at least forty years, but he blushed scarlet now, and seized his beard with a hand that looked thoroughly unstrung. "My dear Miss Cronin!" he said, in a voice which was almost hoarse with protest. "You absolutely misunderstood me. It is much too la I mean that I have no intention whatever of changing my condition. No, no! Let us talk of something else.
Seeing Miss Van Tuyn standing still with a certain obstinacy he came up and took her hand. "Nice to meet you again," he said. Braybrooke thought of Miss Van Tuyn's remark about the Foreign Office manner, and hoped Craven was going to be at his best that evening. It seemed to him that there was a certain dryness in the young people's greeting.
"Cora?" said Braybrooke, alertly, hearing a name he did not know. "She's a horror who goes to the Cafe Royal and whom Dick calls a free woman." "Free from all the virtues, I suppose!" said Braybrooke smartly. "Good-bye both of you!" said Garstin at this juncture. "But we haven't got to the Marble Arch!" "What's that got to do with it? I'm off."
Cottrell, and the Squire would go in that, then she, Blanche, and either Captain Braybrooke or Mr. Beauchamp could go in the carriage, and Jim could drive one gentleman over in the dog-cart. Jim Bloxam knew that he had carried his point sorely against his mother's inclination; but he had got his cue now, and resolved to second all her arrangements loyally.
And where are you all going afterwards?" Craven and Braybrooke got up to greet two famous members of the "old guard," Lady Wrackley and Mrs. Ackroyde. Lady Sellingworth and Miss Van Tuyn turned in their chairs, and for a moment there was a little disjointed conversation, in the course of which it came out that this quartet, too, was bound for the Shaftesbury Theatre.
Certainly it was difficult to believe that both those ladies, whom Braybrooke now joined, were much the same age as Lady Sellingworth. And yet, in Craven's opinion, to-night she made them both look ordinary, undistinguished. There was something magnificent in her appearance which they utterly lacked.
Braybrooke was off to Paris to stay with the Mariguys, but all Craven had to do was to leave a card at Number 18A, Berkeley Square, and when this formality had been accomplished Lady Sellingworth would no doubt write to him and suggest an hour for a meeting.
"She has the most confused mind I know." What an opening for Braybrooke! But he could not take it because of Garstin, who stood by cruelly examining the stream of humanity which flowed past them hypnotized by the shops.
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