At sight of it she opened the casement to let in the warm freshness.

"The rain HAS stopped." "You say you want me to save her.

But what you really mean," Mitchy resumed from the sofa, "isn't at all exactly that." Nanda, without heeding the remark, took in the sunshine.

"It will be charming now in the garden." Her friend got up, found his wonderful crossbarred cap, after a glance, on a neighbouring chair, and with it came toward her.

"Your hope is that--as I'm good enough to be worth it--she'll save ME." Nanda looked at him now.