BOOK FOURTH: MR. CASHMORE
than of seeking them. "I can't be you, certainly, Van." Mrs. Brook sadly brought forth.
"I know what you mean by that," he rejoined in a moment. "You mean I'm hypocritical."
"Hypocritical?"
"I'm diplomatic and calculating—I don't show him how bad I am; whereas with you he knows the worst."
Of this observation Mrs. Brook, whose eyes attached themselves again to Mr. Longdon, took at first no further notice than might have been indicated by the way it set her musing. "'Calculating'?"—she at last took him up. "On what is there to calculate?"
"Why," said Vanderbank, "if, as you just hinted, he's a blessing in disguise—! I perfectly admit," he resumed, "that I'm capable of sacrifices to keep on good terms with him."
"You're not afraid he'll bore you?"
"Oh yes—distinctly."
"But it will be worth it? Then," Mrs. Brook said, as he appeared to assent, "it will be worth a great deal." She continued to watch Mr. Longdon, who, without his glasses, stared straight at the floor while Mr. Cashmore talked to him. She pursued, however, dispassionately enough: "He must be of a narrowness—!"
"Oh, beautiful!"
She was silent again. "I shall broaden him. You won't."
"Heaven forbid!" Vanderbank heartily concurred. "But none the less, as I've said, I'll help you."
Her attention was still fixed. "It will be him you'll help. If you're to make sacrifices to keep on good terms with him, the first sacrifice will be of me." Then on his leaving this remark so long unanswered that she had finally looked at him again: "I'm perfectly prepared for it."
It was as if, jocosely enough, he had had time to make
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