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She had made him his tea, which he had taken. "You do squeeze us in!" "Well, it's an accident your coming together except of course that you're NOT together. I simply took the time that you each independently proposed. But it would have been all right even if you HAD met. "That is, I mean," she explained, "even if you and Mr. Longdon do. Mr. Van, I confess, I did want alone."
"You may perfectly be, but you shall not," Mr. Longdon returned with decision, "get off on any such plea. If you're good enough for me you're good enough, as you thoroughly know, on whatever head, for any one." "Thank you." But Vanderbank, for all his happy appreciation, thought again. "We ought at any rate to remember, oughtn't we? that we should have Mrs. Brook against us."
Longdon stood before the sofa. "What do you mean by early?" "Well, we do doubtless get up later than at Beccles; but that gives us, you see, shorter days. I mean in a couple of seasons. Soon enough," Vanderbank developed, "to limit the strain !" He was moved to higher gaiety by his friend's expression. "What do you mean by the strain?" "Well, the complication of her being there." "Being where?"
She has bloomed in the hot-house of her widowhood she's a Neapolitan hatched by an incubator." "A Neapolitan?" Mr. Longdon seemed all civilly to wish he had only known it. "Her husband was one; but I believe that dukes at Naples are as thick as princes at Petersburg. He's dead, at any rate, poor man, and she has come back here to live." "Gloomily, I should think after Naples?" Mr.
"Not since the day he dined but that was only last week. He'll come soon I know from Van." "And what does Van know?" "Oh all sorts of things. He has taken the greatest fancy to him." "The old boy to Van?" "Van to Mr. Longdon. And the other way too. Mr. Longdon has been most kind to him." Brookenham still moved about. "Well, if he likes Van and doesn't like US, what good will that do us?"
"Frankly, my dear," the Duchess answered, "I don't think that you personally are either." "Oh as for that which is what matters least we shall perhaps see." With which Mrs. Brook turned again to Mr. Longdon. "I haven't explained to you what I meant just now. We want Nanda." Mr. Longdon stared. "At home again?" "In her little old nook. You must give her back." "Do you mean altogether?"
"And did he then leave me also a message?" "No, nothing. What I'm to do for him with Mr. Longdon," she immediately explained, "is to make practically a kind of apology." "Ah and for me" Mitchy quickly took it up "there can be no question of anything of that kind. I see. He has done me no wrong." Nanda, with her eyes now on the window, turned it over.
"It seems to me then that she herself is, in her remarkable loveliness, really your help." "She'll be doubly so if you give me proofs that you believe in her." And the Duchess, appearing to consider that with this she had made herself clear and her interlocutor plastic, rose in confident majesty. "I leave it to you." Mr. Longdon did the same, but with more consideration now.
There IS mine at all events. I can't help it. Accept it. Then of the other feeling how SHE moves me I won't speak." "You sufficiently show it!" Mr. Longdon continued to watch the bright circle on the table, lost in which a moment he let his friend's answer pass. "I won't begin to you on Nanda." "Don't," said Vanderbank.
Longdon, in that case destined, however, to be also the most defeated, with the sign of his tension a smothered "Ah if he doesn't do it NOW!" Well, Vanderbank didn't do it "now," and the odd slow irrelevant sigh he gave out might have sufficed as the record of his recovery from a peril lasting just long enough to be measured. Had there been any measure of it meanwhile for Nanda?
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