"The only thing is that I've thought it may possibly make him speak to you, so that it's better you should know he knows.

But he told me definitely Nanda doesn't." Mitchy took this in with an attention that spoke of his already recognising how the less tempered darkness favoured talk.

"And is that all that passed between you ?" "Well, practically; except of course that I made him understand, I think, how it happened that I haven't kept my own counsel." "Oh but you HAVE--didn't he at least feel ?--or perhaps even have done better, when you've two such excellent persons to keep it FOR you.

Can't he easily believe how we feel with you ?" Vanderbank appeared for a minute to leave this appeal unheeded; he continued to stare into the garden while he smoked and swung the long leg he had thrown over the arm of the chair.

When he at last spoke, however, it was with some emphasis--perhaps even with some vulgarity.
"Oh rot!" Mitchy hovered without an arrest.