“Awfully kind of him when I’ve been such a brute.”
“How—a brute?”
“Well, I mean not writing—nor going back.”
“Oh I see,” Nanda simply returned.
It was a simplicity that, clearly enough, made her friend a little awkward. “Has he—a—minded? Hut he can’t have complained!” he quickly added.
“Oh he never complains.”
“No, no—it isn’t in him. But it’s just that,” said Vanderbank, “that makes one feel so base. I’ve been ferociously busy.”
“He knows that—he likes it,” Nanda returned. “He delights in your work. And I’ve done what I can for him.”
“Ah,” said her companion, “you’ve evidently brought him round. I mean to this lady.”
“To Tishy? Oh of course I can’t leave her—with nobody.”