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"Sooner or later," said little Aggie with serenity. "But why not?" "Why not indeed?" he laughed. "It must be very plain sailing." Decidedly she was, as Nanda had said, an angel, and there was a wonder in her possession on this footing of one of the most expressive little faces that even her expressive race had ever shown him.
He breaks the news to him that it is not he and Yasoda who are actually his parents but Vasudeva and Devaki. He loads Nanda with jewels and costly dresses and thanks him again and again for all his loving care. He then explains that he has now to stay in Mathura for a time to meet his castemen, the Yadavas. Nanda is greatly saddened by the news.
I've the most extraordinary lacunae." "Oh I don't know about others," Nanda replied; "I haven't noticed them. But you've that one, and it's enough." He continued to face her with his queer mixture of assent and speculation. "Enough for what, my dear? To have made me impossible for you because the only man you could, as they say, have 'respected' would be a man who WOULD have minded?"
Grendon expressed to their young friend a lingering wonder. "Do you mean you go in for the adoption ?" "Oh Tishy!" Nanda mildly murmured. Harold, however, had his own tact. "The dear man's taking her quite over? Not altogether unreservedly. I'm with the governor: I think we ought to GET something. 'Oh yes, dear man, but what do you GIVE us for her? that's what I should say to him.
"Well, I hope you won't think me very vulgar," said Mrs. Brook, "if I tell you that I want you still more to have some idea of what you'll get by it. I've no wish," she added, "to keep on boring you with Mitchy " "Don't, don't!" Nanda pleaded. Her mother stopped as short as if there had been something in her tone to set the limit the more utterly for being unstudied. Yet poor Mrs.
Besides," the young man added, "if I'm out every night and off somewhere like this for Sunday, can't you understand, my dear child, the fundamental reason of it?" Nanda, with her eyes on him again, studied an instant this mystery. "Am I to infer with delight that it's the sweet hope of meeting ME? It isn't," she continued in a moment, "as if there were any necessity for your saying that.
Nanda, my dear man, should marry at the very first moment." This was more interesting than he had expected, and the effect produced by his interlocutress, as well as doubtless not lost on her, was shown in his suppressed start.
Then as Nanda answered nothing he went on: "Was your grandmother ever?" "Never," the girl promptly said. "Never," she repeated in a tone quite different. After which she added: "I'm the only one." "Oh, and I 'me and you, as they say," her companion amended. "Yes, and Mr. Mitchy, who's to come down please don't forget this afternoon." Vanderbank had another of his contemplative pauses.
The city of Pataliputra or Palibothra, the capital of the Nandas, was situated not far from the confluence of the Ganges and the Sone; and was on the southern side of the rivers. Nanda, the last king of the Nanda line, had for his minister the able and experienced Rakshasa.
That book itself perhaps suggests, if it does no more than suggest, that drama cannot always do everything in a novel, even where the heart of the story seems to lie in its action. The story of Nanda drops neatly into scenic form that is obvious; it is well adapted for treatment as a row of detached episodes or occasions, through which the subject is slowly developed.
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