She had made him his tea, which he had taken. “You do squeeze us in!”
“Well, it’s an accident your coming together—except of course that you’re NOT together. I simply took the time that you each independently proposed. But it would have been all right even if you HAD met.
“That is, I mean,” she explained, “even if you and Mr. Longdon do. Mr. Van, I confess, I did want alone.”
Mitchy had been glaring at her over his tea. “You’re more and more remarkable!”
“Well then if I improve so give me your promise.”
Mitchy, as he partook of refreshment, kept up his thoughtful gaze. “I shall presently want some more, please. But do you mind my asking if Van knew—”
“That Mr. Longdon’s to come? Oh yes, I told him, and he left with me a message for him.”
“A message? How awfully interesting!”
Nanda thought. “It WILL be awfully—to Mr. Longdon.”
“Some more NOW, please,” said Mitchy while she took his cup. “And to Mr. Longdon only, eh? Is that a way of saying that it’s none of MY business?”