"Do you imagine I want you myself ?" "Dear Mrs.Brook, you're so admirable," he returned with gaiety, "that if by any chance you did, upon my honour, I don't see how I should be able not to say 'All right.'" But he spoke too more responsibly.

"I was shy of really bringing out to you what has happened to me, for a reason that I've of course to look in the face.

Whatever you want yourself, for Nanda you want Mitchy." "I see, I see." She did full justice to his explanation.

"And what did you say about a 'basis'?
The blessed man offers to settle-- ?" "You're a real prodigy," her visitor answered, "and your imagination takes its fences in a way that, when I'm out with you, quite puts mine to shame.

When he mentioned it to me I was quite surprised." "And I," Mrs.Brook asked, "am not surprised a bit?
Isn't it only," she modestly suggested, "because I've taken him in more than you?
Didn't you know he WOULD ?" she quavered.
Vanderbank thought or at least pretended to.