"Unless you should prefer to take it as the form of yours." Vanderbank appeared for a moment obligingly enough to turn this over, but with the effect of noting an objection.

"Oh I'm afraid I shall have to grind straight through the month and that by the time I'm free every Ring at Baireuth will certainly have been rung.

Is it your idea to take Nanda ?" he asked.
She reached out for another cushion.

"If it's impossible for you to manage what I suggest why should that question interest you ?" "My dear woman"-- and her visitor dropped into a chair--"do you suppose my interest depends on such poverties as what I can 'manage'?
You know well enough," he went on in another tone, "why I care for Nanda and enquire about her." She was perfectly ready.

"I know it, but only as a bad reason.