If you don't believe Mrs.Donner is dust and ashes to me," he continued, "you do little justice to your daughter." "Do you wish to break it to me that you're in love with Nanda ?" He hesitated, but only as if to give weight to his reply.

"Awfully.

I can't tell you how I like her." She wondered.

"And pray how will THAT help me?
Help me, I mean, to help you.

Is it what I'm to tell your wife ?" He sat looking away, but he evidently had his idea, which he at last produced.