“what you think I understand.”
“Well, if you’ve brought me to it, my dear,” she returned, “that has been your way of breaking me in. Besides which, so far as making up to her goes, plenty of others will.”
Densher for a little, under this suggestion, might have been seeing their young friend on a pile of cushions and in a perpetual tea-gown, amid flowers and with drawn blinds, surrounded by the higher nobility. “Others can follow their tastes. Besides, others are free.”
“But so are you, my dear!”
She had spoken with impatience, and her suddenly quitting him had sharpened it; in spite of which he kept his place, only looking up at her. “You’re prodigious!”
“Of course I’m prodigious!”— and, as immediately happened, she gave a further sign of it that he fairly sat watching. The door from the lobby had, as she spoke, been thrown open for a gentleman who, immediately finding her within his view, advanced to greet her before the announcement of his name could reach her companion. Densher none the less felt himself brought quickly into relation; Kate’s welcome to the visitor became almost precipitately an appeal to her friend, who slowly rose to meet it. “I don’t know whether you know Lord Mark.” And then for the other party: “Mr. Merton Densher — who has just come back from America.”
“Oh!” said the other party while Densher said nothing — occupied as he mainly was on the spot with weighing the sound in question. He recognised it in a moment as less imponderable than it might have appeared, as having indeed positive claims. It wasn’t, that is, he knew, the “Oh!” of the idiot, however great the superficial resemblance: it was that of the clever, the accomplished man; it was the very specialty of the speaker, and a deal of expensive training and experience had gone to producing it. Densher felt somehow that, as a thing of value accidentally picked up, it would retain an interest of curiosity. The three stood for a little together in an awkwardness to which he was conscious of contributing his share; Kate failing to ask Lord Mark to be seated, but letting him know that he would find Mrs. Lowder, with some others, on the balcony.
“Oh and Miss Theale I suppose?— as I seemed to hear outside, from below, Mrs. Stringham’s unmistakeable voice.”
“Yes, but Mrs. Stringham’s alone. Milly’s unwell,” the girl explained, “and was compelled to disappoint us.”
“Ah ‘disappoint’— rather!” And, lingering a little, he kept his eyes on Densher. “She isn’t really bad, I trust?”
Densher, after all he had heard, easily supposed him interested in Milly; but he could imagine him also interested in the young man with whom he had found Kate engaged and whom he yet considered without visible intelligence. That young man concluded in a moment that he was doing what he wanted, satisfying himself as to each. To this he was aided by Kate, who produced a prompt: “Oh dear no; I think not. I’ve just been reassuring Mr. Densher,” she added —“who’s as concerned as the rest of us. I’ve been calming his fears.”
“Oh!” said Lord Mark again — and again it was just as good. That was for Densher, the latter could see, or think he saw. And then for the others: “My fears would want calming. We must take great care of her. This way?”
She went with him a few steps, and while Densher, hanging about, gave them frank attention, presently paused again for some further colloquy. What passed between them their observer lost, but she was presently with him again, Lord Mark joining the rest. Densher was by this time quite ready for her. “It’s he who’s your aunt’s man?”
“Oh immensely.”
“I mean for you.”
“That’s what I mean too,” Kate smiled. “There he is. Now you can judge.”
“Judge of what?”
“Judge of him.”
“Why should I judge of him?” Densher asked. “I’ve nothing to do with him.”
“Then why do you ask about him?”
“To judge of you — which is different.”
Kate seemed for a little to look at the difference. “To take the measure, do you mean, of my danger?”
He hesitated; then he said: “I’m thinking, I dare say, of Miss Theale’s. How does your aunt reconcile his interest in her —?”
“With his interest in me?”
“With her own interest in you,” Densher said while she reflected. “If that interest — Mrs. Lowder’s — takes the form of Lord Mark, hasn’t he rather to look out for the forms he takes?”
Kate seemed interested in the question, but “Oh he takes them easily,” she answered. “The beauty is that she doesn’t trust him.”
“That Milly doesn’t?”
“Yes — Milly either. But I mean Aunt Maud. Not really.”
Densher gave it his wonder. “Takes him to her heart and yet thinks he cheats?”
“Yes,” said Kate —“that’s the way people are. What they think of their enemies, goodness knows, is bad enough; but I’m still more struck with what they think of their friends. Milly’s own state of mind, however,” she went on, “is lucky. That’s Aunt Maud’s security, though she doesn’t yet fully recognise it — besides being Milly’s own.”
“You conceive it a real escape then not to care for him?”
She shook her head in beautiful grave deprecation. “You oughtn’t to make me say too much. But I’m glad I don’t.”
“Don’t say too much?”
“Don’t care for Lord Mark.”
“Oh!” Densher answered with a sound like his lordship’s own. To which he added: “You absolutely hold that that poor girl doesn’t?”
“Ah you know what I hold about that poor girl!” It had made her again impatient.
Yet he stuck a minute to the subject. “You scarcely call him, I suppose, one of the dukes.”
“Mercy, no — far from it. He’s not, compared with other possibilities, ‘in’ it. Milly, it’s true,” she said, to be exact, “has no natural sense of social values, doesn’t in the least understand our differences or know who’s who or what’s what.”
“I see. That,” Densher laughed, “is her reason for liking me.”
“Precisely. She doesn’t resemble me,” said Kate, “who at least know what I lose.”
Well, it had all risen for Densher to a considerable interest. “And Aunt Maud — why shouldn’t she know? I mean that your friend there isn’t really anything. Does she suppose him of ducal value?”
“Scarcely; save in the sense of being uncle to a duke. That’s undeniably something. He’s the best moreover we can get.”
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