“Poor Mrs. Brook!” his companion echoed.
“But I thought you said,” he went on, “that he doesn’t mind.”
“YOUR knowing? Well, I dare say he doesn’t. But he doesn’t want a lot of gossip and chatter.”
“Oh!” said Mitchy with meekness.
“I may absolutely take it from you then,” Vanderbank presently resumed, “that Nanda has her idea?”
“Oh she didn’t tell me so. But it’s none the less my belief.”
“Well,” Vanderbank at last threw off, “I feel it for myself. If only because she always knows everything,” he pursued without looking at Mitchy. “She always knows everything, everything.”
“Everything, everything.” Mitchy got up.
“She told me so herself yesterday,” said Van.
“And she told ME so to-day.”