BOOK NINTH: VANDERBANK
it even looked at first, as if, on either side, confidence might be choked by curiosity. This disaster was finally barred by the fact that the spirit of inquiry found for Mitchy material that was comparatively plastic. That was after all apparent enough when, at the end of a few vain passes, he brought out sociably: "Well, has he done it?"
Still indeed there was something in Mrs. Brook's face that seemed to reply "Oh come—don't rush it, you know!" and something in the movement with which she turned away that described the state of their question as by no means so simple as that. On his refusal of tea she had rung for the removal of the table, and the bell was at this moment answered by the two men. Little ensued then, for some minutes, while the servants were present; she spoke only as the butler was about to close the door. "If Mr. Longdon presently comes show him into Mr. Brookenham's room if Mr. Brookenham isn't there. If he is, show him into the dining-room, and in either case let me immediately know."
The man waited, expressionless. "And in case of his asking for Miss Brookenham—?"
"He won't!" she replied with a sharpness before which her interlocutor retired. "He will!" she then added in quite another tone to Mitchy. "That is, you know, he perfectly may. But oh the subtlety of servants!" she sighed.
Mitchy was now all there. "Mr. Longdon's in town then?"
"For the first time since you went away. He's to call this afternoon."
"And you want to see him alone?"
Mrs. Brook thought. "I don't think I want to see him at all."
"Then your keeping him below—?"
"Is so that he sha'n't burst in till I know. It's you, my dear, I want to see."
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