"Between his patience and my egotism anything's possible.

It isn't his talking--it's his listening." She gave up the point, at any rate, as if from softness to her actual companion.

"Wasn't it you who spoke to mamma about my sitting with her?
That's what I mean by my debt to you.

It's through you that I'm always there--through you and perhaps a little through Mitchy." "Oh through Mitchy--it MUST have been--more than through me." Vanderbank spoke with the manner of humouring her about a trifle.

"Mitchy, delightful man, felt on the subject of your eternal exile, I think, still more strongly." They quitted their place together and at the end of a few steps became aware of the approach of one of the others, a figure but a few yards off, arriving from the quarter from which Nanda had come.