“Why?” She had said nothing more, and he failed to understand.
“Why you mustn’t too much leave her alone. DON’T!” Nanda brought out.
“I won’t. But,” he presently added, “there are one or two things.”
“Well, what are they?”
He produced in some seriousness the first. “Won’t she after all see the Mitchys?”
“Not so much either. That of course is now very different.”
Vanderbank demurred. “But not for YOU, I gather—is it? Don’t you expect to see them?”
“Oh yes—I hope they’ll come down.”
He moved away a little—not straight to the door. “To Beccles? Funny place for them, a little though, isn’t it?”
He had put the question as if for amusement, but Nanda took it literally. “Ah not when they’re invited so very very charmingly. Not when he wants them so.”