“I’M a little of one?”
“My dear child, as you see.”
Yes, she saw, but was still on the wing. “And shall you have recourse—?”
“To what?” he asked as she appeared to falter.
“I don’t mean to anything violent. But shall you tell Nanda?”
Mitchy wondered. “Tell her—?”
“Well, everything. I think, you know,” Mrs. Brook musingly observed, “that it would really serve her right.”
Mitchy’s silence, which lasted a minute, seemed to take the idea, but not perhaps quite to know what to do with it. “Ah I’m afraid I shall never really serve her right!”
Just as he spoke the butler reappeared; at sight of whom Mrs. Brook immediately guessed. “Mr. Longdon?”
“In Mr. Brookenham’s room, ma’am. Mr. Brookenham has gone out.”