"I dare say we MUST put things for him--he does it, cares or is able to do it, so little himself." "Precisely.

He just quietly acts.

That's his nature, dear thing.

We must LET him act." Vanderbank seemed to stifle again too vivid a sense of her particular emphasis.

"Yes, yes--we must let him." "Though it won't prevent Nanda, I imagine," his hostess pursued, "from finding the fun of a whole month at Beccles--or whatever she puts in--not exactly fast and furious." Vanderbank had the look of measuring what the girl might "put in." "The place will be quiet, of course, but when a person's so fond of a person--!" "As she is of him, you mean ?" He hesitated.