“Oh I don’t for a moment suggest,” Mitchy hastened to reply, “that it isn’t immense.”
“She does care for him, you know,” said Mr. Longdon.
Mitchy, at this, gave a wide, prolonged glare. “‘Know’—?” he ever so delicately murmured.
His irony had quite touched. “But of course you know! You know everything—Nanda and you.”
There was a tone in it that moved a spring, and Mitchy laughed out. “I like your putting me with her! But we’re all together. With Nanda,” he next added, “it IS deep.”
His companion took it from him. “Deep.”
“And yet somehow it isn’t abject.”
The old man wondered. “‘Abject’?”
“I mean it isn’t pitiful. In its way,” Mitchy developed, “it’s happy.”
This too, though rather ruefully, Mr. Longdon could take from him. “Yes—in its way.”