"But it's not the sort of thing that's to be had for the asking it's a sort we shall be mighty lucky if we can get!" Mitchy turned with amusement to Nanda. "Van has invented him and, with the natural greed of the inventor, won't let us have him cheap. Well," he went on, "I'll 'stand' my share." "The difficulty is that he's so much too good for us," Vanderbank explained.

As to reward him for an indulgence that she must much more have divined than overheard the visitor approached him with her sweet bravery of alarm. "I go on Thursday to my sister's, where I shall find Nanda Brookenham. Can I take her any message from you?" Mr. Mitchett showed a rosiness that might positively have been reflected. "Why should you dream of her expecting one?"

Longdon has asked you this time for a grand public adhesion, and what he turns up for now is to receive your ultimatum? A final irrevocable flight with him is the line he advises, so that he'll be ready for it on the spot with the post-chaise and the pistols?" The image appeared really to have for Nanda a certain vividness, and she looked at it a space without a hint of a smile.

Longdon has been at home, your mother and father have been paying visits, I myself have been out of London, Mitchy has been to Paris, and you oh yes, I know where you've been." "Ah we all know that there has been such a row made about it!" Mitchy said. "Yes, I've heard of the feeling there is," Nanda replied. "It's supposed to be awful, my knowing Tishy quite too awful." Mr.

It IS interesting," Mitchy exclaimed, "arriving thus with you at the depths! I look all round and see every one squared and every one but one or two suited. Why then reflexion and delay?" "You don't, dear Mr. Mitchy," Nanda took her time to return, "know nearly as much as you think." "But isn't my question absolutely a confession of ignorance and a renunciation of thought?

Honestly, my dear man, that's quite what I desire, and I only want, over and above, to help you. What I feel for Nanda, believe me, is pure pity. I won't say I'm frantically grateful to her, because in the long run one way or another she'll have found her account.

"'Know' ?" he ever so delicately murmured. His irony had quite touched. "But of course you know! You know everything Nanda and you." There was a tone in it that moved a spring, and Mitchy laughed out. "I like your putting me with her! But we're all together. With Nanda," he next added, "it IS deep." His companion took it from him. "Deep." "And yet somehow it isn't abject." The old man wondered.

"That's HER innocence!" the Duchess laughed to him. "And don't you suppose he has found it YET?" Mrs. Brook pursued earnestly to Tishy. "Isn't it something we might ALL play at if ?" On which however, abruptly checking herself, she changed her note. "Nanda love, please go and invite them to join us."

Thus it was he had come back to her. Nanda, on joining the elder man, went straight to the point. "He says it's so beautiful what you feel on seeing me: if that IS what he meant." Mr. Longdon kept silent again at first, only smiling at her, but less strangely now, and then appeared to look about him for some place where she could sit near him.

He had an extraordinary smile. "His mother." She exclaimed, colouring, on her mistake, and he added: "I'm not so bad as that. But you're none of you like them." "Wasn't she pretty?" Nanda asked. "Very handsome. But it makes no difference. She herself to-day wouldn't know him." She gave a small gasp. "His own mother wouldn't ?" His headshake just failed of sharpness. "No, nor he her.