The servant meanwhile had placed the hot water above the little silver lamp and left the room.
"Do you suppose there's anything the matter?
Oughtn't the man--or do you know our host's room ?" Mr.Longdon, addressing Mitchy with solicitude, yet began to show in a countenance less blank a return of his sense of relations.

It was as if something had happened to him and he were in haste to convert the signs of it into an appearance of care for the proprieties.
"Oh," said Mitchy, "Van's only making himself beautiful"-- which account of their absent entertainer gained a point from his appearance at the moment in the doorway furthest removed from the place where the three were gathered.
Vanderbank came in with friendly haste and with something of the look indeed--refreshed, almost rosy, brightly brushed and quickly buttoned--of emerging, out of breath, from pleasant ablutions and renewals.

"What a brute to have kept you waiting! I came back from work quite begrimed.

How d'ye do, how d'ye do, how d'ye do?
What's the matter with you, huddled there as if you were on a street-crossing?
I want you to think this a refuge--but not of that kind!" he laughed.

"Sit down, for heaven's sake; lie down--be happy! Of course you've made acquaintance all--except that Mitchy's so modest! Tea, tea!"-- and he bustled to the table, where the next minute he appeared rather helpless.
"Nanda, you blessed child, do YOU mind making it?
How jolly of you!--are you all right ?" He seemed, with this, for the first time, to be aware of somebody's absence.