Mr. Brumley's mind was still vigorously struggling with the flaming implications of Sir Isaac's remark that Lady Harman "got ideas," and Sir Isaac was gently whistling his way towards an offer of three thousand nine hundred when they came down out of the pines into the path along the edge of the herbaceous border. And then Mr. Brumley became aware of an effect away between the white-stemmed trees towards the house as if the Cambridge boat-race crew was indulging in a vigorous scrimmage. Drawing nearer this resolved itself into the fluent contours of Lady Beach-Mandarin, dressed in sky-blue and with a black summer straw hat larger than ever and trimmed effusively¹ with marguerites.  
"Here," said Sir Isaac, "can't I get off? You've got a friend."
 
"You must have some tea," said Mr. Brumley, who wanted to suggest that they should agree to Sir Isaac's figure of three thousand eight hundred, but not as pounds but guineas. It seemed to him a suggestion that might prove insidiously² attractive. "It's a charming lady, my friend Lady Beach-Mandarin. She'll be delighted——"
 
"I don't think I can," said Sir Isaac. "Not in the habit—social occasions."
 
His face expressed a panic terror of this gallant³ full-rigged lady ahead of them.
 
"But you see now," said Mr. Brumley, with a detaining grip, "it's unavoidable."
 
And the next moment Sir Isaac was mumbling⁴ his appreciations⁵ of the introduction.
 
I must admit that Lady Beach-Mandarin was almost as much to meet as one can meet in a single human being, a broad abundant billowing personality with a taste for brims, streamers, pennants⁶, panniers, loose sleeves, sweeping⁷ gestures, top notes and the like that made her altogether less like a woman than an occasion of public rejoicing. Even her large blue eyes projected, her chin and brows and nose all seemed racing⁸ up to the front of her as if excited by the clarion⁹ notes of her abundant voice, and the pinkness of her complexion¹⁰ was as exuberant¹¹ as her manners. Exuberance—it was her word. She had evidently been a big, bouncing, bright gaminesque girl at fifteen, and very amusing and very much admired; she had liked the rôle and she had not so much grown older as suffered enlargement—a very considerable enlargement.
 
"Ah!" she cried, "and so I've caught you at home, Mr. Brumley! And, poor dear, you're at my mercy." And she shook both his hands with both of hers.
 
That was before Mr. Brumley introduced Sir Isaac, a thing he did so soon as he could get one of his hands loose and wave a surviving digit¹² or so at that gentleman.
 
"You see, Sir Isaac," she said, taking him in, in the most generous way; "I and Mr. Brumley are old friends. We knew each other of yore. We have our jokes."
 
Sir Isaac seemed to feel the need of speech but got no further than a useful all-round noise.
 
"And one of them is that when I want him to do the least little thing for me he hides away! Always. By a sort of instinct. It's such a Small thing, Sir Isaac."
 
Sir Isaac was understood to say vaguely¹³ that they always did. But he had become very indistinct.
 
"Aren't I always at your service?" protested Mr. Brumley with a responsive playfulness. "And I don't even know what it is you want."
 
Lady Beach-Mandarin, addressing herself exclusively to Sir Isaac, began a tale of a Shakespear Bazaar¹⁴ she was holding in an adjacent village, and how she knew Mr. Brumley (naughty man) meant to refuse to give her autographed copies of his littlest book for the Book Stall she was organizing. Mr. Brumley confuted her gaily¹⁵ and generously. So discoursing¹⁶ they made their way to the verandah where Lady Harman had so lately "poured."
 
Sir Isaac was borne along upon the lady's stream of words in a state of mulish reluctance¹⁷, nodding, saying "Of course" and similar phrases, and wishing he was out of it all with an extreme manifestness. He drank his tea with unmistakable discomfort¹⁸, and twice inserted into the conversation an entirely¹⁹

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