It made her still hover. “Nanda will be rich. Toward that you CAN help, and it’s really, I may now tell you, what it came into my head you should see our friend here FOR.”
He maintained his waiting attitude. “Thanks, thanks.”
“You’re our guardian angel!” she exclaimed.
At this he laughed out. “Wait till you see what Mr. Longdon does!”
But she took no notice. “I want you to see before I go that I’ve done nothing for myself. Van, after all—!” she mused.
“Well?”
“Only hates me. It isn’t as with you,” she said. “I’ve really lost him.”
Mitchy for an instant, with the eyes that had shown his tears, glared away into space. “He can’t very positively, you know, now like ANY of us. He misses a fortune.”
“There it is!” Mrs. Brook once more observed. Then she had a comparative brightness. “I’m so glad YOU don’t!” He gave another laugh, but she was already facing Mr. Tatton, who had again answered the bell. “Show Mr. Longdon up.”
“I’m to tell him then it’s at your request?” Mitchy asked when the butler had gone.