And we're also to have Harold," Nanda continued--"another of Mitchy's beneficiaries.

It WOULD be a banquet, wouldn't it?
if we were to have them all." Vanderbank hesitated, and the look he fixed on the door might have suggested a certain open attention to the arrival of their hostess or the announcement of other guests.

"If you haven't got them all, the beneficiaries, you've got, in having me, I should suppose, about the biggest." "Ah what has he done for you ?" Nanda asked.
Again her friend hung fire.

"Do you remember something you said to me down there in August ?" She looked vague but quite unembarrassed.

"I remember but too well that I chattered." "You declared to me that you knew everything." "Oh yes--and I said so to Mitchy too." "Well, my dear child, you don't." "Because I don't know-- ?" "Yes, what makes ME the victim of his insatiable benevolence." "Ah well, if you've no doubt of it yourself that's all that's required.
I'm quite GLAD to hear of something I don't know," Nanda pursued.