“Never. And I wrote nothing.”
“Like me,” said Mr. Longdon. “I’ve neither written nor heard.”
“Ah but with you it will be different.” Mr. Longdon, as if with the outbreak of an agitation hitherto controlled, had turned abruptly away and, with the usual swing of his glass, begun almost wildly to wander. “You WILL hear.”
“I shall be curious.”
“Oh but what Nanda wants, you know, is that you shouldn’t be too much so.”
Mr. Longdon thoughtfully rambled. “Too much—?”
“To let him off, as we were saying, easily.”
The elder man for a while said nothing more, but he at last came back. “She’d like me actually to give him something?”
“I dare say!”
“Money?”