“Safe. I knew he’d stick.”
“But how did you know Van wouldn’t?”
“No matter ‘how’—but better still. He hasn’t stuck.” She said it very simply, but she turned away from him.
His eyes for a little followed her. “We don’t KNOW, after all, the old boy’s means.”
“I don’t know what you mean by ‘we’ don’t. Nanda does.”
“But where’s the support if she doesn’t tell us?”
Mrs. Brook, who had faced about, again turned from him. “I hope you don’t forget,” she remarked with superiority, “that we don’t ask her.”
“YOU don’t?” Edward gloomed.
“Never. But I trust her.”
“Yes,” he mused afresh, “one must trust one’s child. Does Van?” he then enquired.