“You’ll have it now,” Mrs. Brook kindly said. “They’re coming back.”
“And when do they arrive?”
“Any day, I believe.”
“Has he written you?”
“No,” said Mrs. Brook—“there it is. That’s just the way we’ve fallen to pieces. But you’ll of course have heard something.”
“Never a word.”
“Ah then it’s complete.”
Vanderbank thought a moment. “Not quite, is it?—I mean it won’t be altogether unless he hasn’t written to Nanda.”
“Then HAS he?”—she was keen again.
“Oh I’m assuming. Don’t YOU know?”