Mitchy’s grasp was already complete. “And he’s coming then to learn from you how far this is?”
“Yes—very much.”
Mitchy looked about for his hat. “So that of course I see my time’s about up, as you’ll want to be quite alone together.”
Nanda glanced at the clock. “Oh you’ve a margin yet.”
“But you don’t want an interval for your thinking—?”
“Now that I’ve seen you?” Nanda was already very obviously thoughtful.
“I mean if you’ve an important decision to take.”
“Well,” she returned, “seeing you HAS helped me.”
“Ah but at the same time worried you. Therefore—” And he picked up his umbrella.
Her eyes rested on its curious handle. “If you cling to your idea that I’m frightened you’ll be disappointed. It will never be given you to reassure me.”