“My view?” Mrs. Brook thought. “Have you forgotten that I had for you too a view that didn’t?”
“Ah but we didn’t differ, you and I. It wasn’t a defiance and a prophecy. You wanted ME.”
“I did indeed!” Mrs. Brook said simply.
“And you didn’t want him. For HER, I mean. So you risked showing it.”
She looked surprised. “DID I?”
Again they were face to face. “Your candour’s divine!”
She wondered. “Do you mean it was even then?”
Mitchy smiled at her till he was red. “It’s exquisite now.”
“Well,” she presently returned, “I knew my Van!”
“I thought I knew ‘yours’ too,” Mitchy said. Their eyes met a minute and he added: “But I didn’t.” Then he exclaimed: “How you’ve worked it!”