They waited another minute, and then he dropped into a chair where, leaning forward, his elbows on the arms and his gaze attached to the carpet, he drew out the silence.

Finally he looked at Mrs.Brook.

"YOU make it clear." The appeal called up for some reason her most infantine manner.

"I don't think I CAN, dear Van--really CLEAR.

You know however yourself," she continued to Mitchy, "enough by this time about Mr.Longdon and mamma." "Oh rather!" Mitchy laughed.
"And about mamma and Nanda." "Oh perfectly: the way Nanda reminds him, and the 'beautiful loyalty' that has made him take such a fancy to her.