"Isn't Mrs.Brook charming?
What do you suppose is her idea ?" It was a bound into the mystery, a bound of which his fellow visitor stood quite unconscious, only looking at Nanda still with the same coldness of wonder.

All expression had for the minute been arrested in Mr.Longdon, but he at last began to show that it had merely been retarded.

Yet it was almost with solemnity that he put forth his hand.
"How do you do?
How do you do?
I'm so glad!" Nanda shook hands with him as if she had done so already, though it might have been just her look of curiosity that detracted from her air of amusing herself.

"Mother has wanted me awfully to see you.

She told me to give you her love," she said.