“On the contrary—very much. But he doesn’t do everything he wants,” said Nanda.
Mrs. Brook seemed to wonder. “You mean you’ve also to want it?”
“Oh no—THAT isn’t enough. What I suppose I mean,” Nanda continued, “is that he doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want. But he does quite enough,” she added.
“And who then was at Tishy’s?”
“Oh poor old Tish herself, naturally, and Carrie Donner.”
“And no one else?”
The girl just waited. “Yes, Mr. Cashmore came in.”
Her mother gave a groan of impatience. “Ah AGAIN?”
Nanda thought an instant. “How do you mean, ‘again’? He just lives there as much as he ever did, and Tishy can’t prevent him.”
“I was thinking of Mr. Longdon—of THEIR meeting. When he met him here that time he liked it so little. Did he like it any more to-day?” Mrs. Brook quavered.