Vanderbank stopped short. “It’s his idea to settle it ALL?”
Mitchy gave out his glare. “I thought you didn’t ‘care a hang.’ I haven’t been here so long,” he went on as his companion at first retorted nothing, “without making up my mind for myself about his means. He IS distinctly bloated.”
It sent Vanderbank off again. “Oh well, she’ll no more get all in the one event than she’ll get nothing in the other. She’ll only get a sort of provision. But she’ll get that whatever happens.”
“Oh if you’re sure—!” Mitchy simply commented.
“I’m not sure, confound it!” Then—for his voice had been irritated—Van spoke more quietly. “Only I see her here—though on his wish of course—handling things quite as if they were her own and paying him a visit without, apparently, any calculable end. What’s that on HIS part but a pledge?”
Oh Mitchy could show off-hand that he knew what it was. “It’s a pledge, quite as much, to you. He shows you the whole thing. He likes you not a whit less than he likes her.”
“Oh thunder!” Van impatiently sighed.
“It’s as ‘rum’ as you please, but there it is,” said the inexorable Mitchy.
“Then does he think I’ll do it for THIS?”
“For ‘this’?”