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to ā€œhaveā€ him. That was one of the reflections made in our young womanā€™s high retreat; she smiled from her lookout, in the silence that was only the fact of hearing irrelevant sounds, as she caught the truth that you could easily accept people when you wanted them so to be delivered to you. When Aunt Maud wished them despatched, it was not to be done by deputy; it was clearly always a matter reserved for her own hand. But what made the girl wonder most was the implications of so much diplomacy in respect to her own value. What view might she take of her position in the light of this appearance that her companion feared so, as yet, to upset her? It was as if Densher were accepted partly under the dread that if he hadnā€™t been she would act in resentment. Hadnā€™t her aunt considered the danger that she would in that case have broken off, have seceded? The danger was exaggeratedā ā€”she would have done nothing so gross; but that, it seemed, was the way Mrs. Lowder saw her and believed her to be reckoned with. What importance therefore did she really attach to her, what strange interest could she take on their keeping on terms? Her father and her sister had their answer to thisā ā€”even without knowing how the question struck her; they saw the lady of Lancaster Gate as panting to make her fortune, and the explanation of that appetite was that, on the accident of a nearer view than she had before enjoyed, she had been charmed, been dazzled. They approved, they admired in her one of the belated fancies of rich, capricious, violent old womenā ā€”the more marked, moreover, because the result of no plot; and they piled up the possible results for the person concerned. Kate knew what to think of her own power thus to carry by storm; she saw herself as handsome, no doubt, but as hard, and felt herself as clever but as cold; and as so much too imperfectly ambitious, furthermore, that it was a pity, for a quiet life, she couldnā€™t settle to be either finely or stupidly indifferent. Her intelligence sometimes kept her stillā ā€”too stillā ā€”but her want of it was restless; so that she got the good, it seemed to her, of neither extreme. She saw herself at present, none the less, in a situation, and even her sad, disillusioned mother, dying, but with Aunt Maud interviewing the nurse on the stairs, had not failed to remind her that it was of the essence of situations to be, under Providence, worked. The dear woman had died in the belief that she was actually working the one then produced.

Kate took one of her walks with Densher just after her visit to Mr. Croy; but most of it went, as usual, to their sitting in talk. They had, under the trees, by the lake, the air of old friendsā ā€”phases of apparent earnestness, in particular, in which they might have been settling every question in their vast young world; and periods of silence, side by side, perhaps even more, when ā€œA long engagement!ā€ would have been the final reading of the signs on the part of a passer struck with them, as it was so easy to be. They would have presented themselves thus as very old friends rather than as young persons who had met for the first time but a year before and had spent most of the interval without contact. It was indeed for each, already, as if they were older friends; and though the succession of their meetings might, between them, have been straightened out, they only had a confused sense of a good many, very much alike, and a confused intention of a good many more, as little different as possible. The desire to keep them just as they were had perhaps to do with the fact that in spite of the presumed diagnosis of the stranger there had been for them as yet no formal, no final understanding. Densher had at the very first pressed the question, but that, it had been easy to reply, was too soon; so that a singular thing had afterwards happened. They had accepted their acquaintance as too short for an engagement, but they had treated it as long enough for almost anything else, and marriage was somehow before them like a temple without an avenue. They belonged to the temple and they met in the grounds; they were in the stage at which grounds in general offered much scattered refreshment. But Kate had meanwhile had so few confidants that she wondered at the source of her fatherā€™s suspicions. The diffusion of rumour was of course always remarkable in London, and for Marian not lessā ā€”as Aunt Maud touched neither directlyā ā€”the mystery had worked. No doubt she had been seen. Of course she had been seen. She had taken no trouble not to be seen, and it was a thing, clearly, she was incapable of taking. But she had been seen how?ā ā€”and what was there to see? She was in loveā ā€”she knew that: but it was wholly her own business, and she had the sense of having conducted herself, of still so doing, with almost violent conformity.

ā€œIā€™ve an ideaā ā€”in fact I feel sureā ā€”that Aunt Maud means to write to you; and I think you had better know it.ā€ So much as this she said to him as soon as they met, but immediately adding to it: ā€œSo as to make up your mind how to take her. I know pretty well what sheā€™ll say to you.ā€

ā€œThen will you kindly tell me?ā€

She thought a little. ā€œI canā€™t do that. I should spoil it. Sheā€™ll do the best for her own idea.ā€

ā€œHer idea, you mean, that Iā€™m a sort of a scoundrel; or, at the best, not good enough for you?ā€

They were side by side again in their penny chairs, and Kate had another pause. ā€œNot good enough for her.ā€

ā€œOh, I see. And thatā€™s

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