I'm one of her greatest admirers," he gaily announced to Mr.Longdon.
Vanderbank said nothing, and Mr.Longdon seemed to show he would have preferred to do the same: that visitor's eyes might have represented an appeal to him somehow to intervene, to show the due acquaintance, springing from practice and wanting in himself, with the art of conversation developed to the point at which it could thus sustain a lady in the upper air.

Vanderbank's silence might, without his mere kind pacific look, have seemed almost inhuman.

Poor Mr.Longdon had finally to do his own simple best.

"Will you bring your daughter to see me ?" he asked of Mrs.Brookenham.
"Oh, oh--that's an idea: will you bring her to see ME ?" Mr.Cashmore again broke out.
Mrs.Brook had only fixed Mr.Longdon with the air of unutterable things.

"You angel, you angel!"-- they found expression but in that.
"I don't need to ask you to bring her, do I ?" Vanderbank now said to his hostess.