Mrs. Brook, who had been standing for some minutes, seated herself at this as if to respond to his idea. But the next moment she had fallen back into thought. “Have you often heard from him?”
“Never once.”
“And have you written?”
“Not a word either. I left it, you see,” Mitchy smiled, “all, to YOU.” After which he continued: “Has he been with you much?”
She just hesitated. “As little as possible. But as it happens he was here just now.”
Her visitor fairly flushed. “And I’ve only missed him?”
Her pause again was of the briefest. “You wouldn’t if he HAD gone up.”
“‘Gone up’?”
“To Nanda, who has now her own sitting-room, as you know; for whom he immediately asked and for whose benefit, whatever you may think, I was at the end of a quarter of an hour, I assure you, perfectly ready to release him. He changed his mind, however, and went away without seeing her.”
Mitchy showed the deepest interest. “And what made him change his mind?”