"The hungry generations tread you down--is that it ?" Vanderbank gave a pleasant tragic headshake.

"We speak a different language." "Ah but I think I perfectly understand yours!" "That's just my anguish--and your advantage.

It's awfully curious," Vanderbank went on to Nanda, "but I feel as if I must figure to him, you know, very much as Mr.Longdon figures to me.

Mr.Longdon doesn't somehow get into me.

Yet I do, I think, into him.