“Yes—and he mentioned some other matter.”
Mitchy wondered. “‘Mentioned’ it?”
“In which,” said Nanda, “he hasn’t pleased him.”
Mitchy after an instant risked it. “But what other matter?”
“Oh he says that when I speak to him Mr. Longdon will know.”
Mitchy gravely took this in. “And shall you speak to him?”
“For Mr. Van?” How, she seemed to ask, could he doubt it? “Why the very first thing.”
“And then will Mr. Longdon tell you?”
“What Mr. Van means?” Nanda thought. “Well—I hope not.”
Mitchy followed it up. “You ‘hope’—?”