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"But it's all right." Mr. Longdon gave a headshake that was both sad and sharp. "It's all wrong. But YOU'RE all right!" he added in a different tone as he walked hastily away. Nanda Brookenham, for a fortnight after Mr. Longdon's return, had found much to think of; but the bustle of business became, visibly for us, particularly great with her on a certain Friday afternoon in June.
"Why if it's anything that could possibly make any one like him any less. I mean I shan't in that case in the least want to hear it." Mitchy looked as if he could understand that and yet could also imagine something of a conflict. "But if Mr. Longdon insists ?" "On making me know? I shan't let him insist. Would YOU?" she put to him. "Oh I'm not in question!" "Yes, you are!" she quite rang out.
Brook asked, "with so awfully much done for her?" "Done by whom?" It was as if she had not heard the question that she spoke again. "She has got what every woman, young or old, wants." "Really?" Edward's tone was of wonder, but she simply went on: "She has got a man of her own." "Well, but if he's the wrong one?" "Do you call Mr. Longdon so very wrong?
"I think you ought to give me a little more of a clue." Mr. Longdon took off his glasses. "Well the clue's Nanda Brookenham." "Oh I see." His friend had responded quickly, but for a minute said nothing more, and the great marble clock that gave the place the air of a club ticked louder in the stillness. Mr.
But he pursued without heeding: "Was perhaps what you had in your head that I should see him ?" She came back but slowly, however, to the moment. "Mr. Longdon? Well, yes. You know he can't bear ME " "Yes, yes" Mitchy was almost eager. It had already sent her off again. "You're too lovely. You HAVE come back the same. It seemed to me," she after an instant explained, "that I wanted him to be seen "
He had once more his success of hilarity, though not indeed to the injury of the Duchess's next word. "It's Nanda, you know, who speaks, and loud enough, for Harry Grendon's dislikes." "That's easy for her," Mrs. Brook declared, "when she herself isn't one of them." "She isn't surely one of anybody's," Mr. Longdon gravely observed. Mrs. Brook gazed across at him. "You ARE too dear!
He gave a sound, controlled by discretion, which sufficed none the less to make Mr. Longdon beholding him for the first time receive it with a little of the stiffness of a person greeted with a guffaw. Mr. Cashmore visibly liked this silence of Nanda's about their meeting. Mrs.
It was as if his dear Van had managed to appear to wonder. "'All'?" "Nanda, Mrs. Brook, Mr. Longdon !" "And you. I see." "Names of distinction. And all the others," Mitchy pursued, "that I don't count." "Oh you're the best." "You're the best," Vanderbank simply repeated. "It's at all events most extraordinary," he declared. "But I make you out on the whole better than I do Mr. Longdon."
"To stay with a person" Nanda took it up as, apparently out of delicacy, he fairly failed "whose father used to take the measure, down on his knees on a little mat, as mamma says, of my grandfather's remarkably large foot? Yes, we none of us mind. Do you think we should?" Nanda asked. Mr. Longdon turned it over. "I'll answer you by a question. Would you marry him?" "Never."
"But if Mr. Longdon doesn't say so ?" Vanderbank objected. "Oh that proves nothing." She got up as she spoke. "Harold also works Granny." He only laughed out at first for this, while she went on: "You'll think I make myself out fearfully deep I mean in the way of knowing everything without having to be told. That IS, as you say, mamma's great accomplishment, so it must be hereditary.
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