He has said a great deal to me of your mother," she irrelevantly added.
"Ok everything that's kind of course, or you wouldn't mention it." "That's what I mean," said Nanda.
"I see, I see--most charming of him." Vanderbank kept his high head thrown back as for the view, with a bright equal general interest, of everything that was before them, whether talked of or seen.

"Who do you think I yesterday had a letter from?
An extraordinary funny one from Harold.

He gave me all the family news." "And what IS the family news ?" the girl after a minute enquired.
"Well, the first great item is that he himself--" "Wanted," Nanda broke in, "to borrow five pounds of you?
I say that," she added, "because if he wrote to you--" "It couldn't have been in such a case for the simple pleasure of the intercourse ?" Vanderbank hesitated, but continued not to look at her.
"What do you know, pray, of poor Harold's borrowings ?" "Oh I know as I know other things.

Don't I know everything ?" "DO you?
I should rather ask," the young man gaily enough replied.
"Why should I not?
How should I not?
You know what I know." Then as to explain herself and attenuate a little the sudden emphasis with which she had spoken: "I remember your once telling me that I must take in things at my pores." Her companion stared, but with his laugh again changed his posture.
"That you' must-- ?" "That I do--and you were quite right." "And when did I make this extraordinary charge ?" "Ah then," said Nanda, "you admit it IS a charge.

It was a long time ago--when I was a little girl.