“Oh too awful!”
“Well, of course,” the girl appeared assentingly to muse, “she couldn’t after all have dreamed—!” But she took herself up. “The great thing is to be helpful.”
“And in what way—?” Mitchy asked with his wonderful air of inviting competitive suggestions.
“Toward Aggie’s finding herself. Do you think,” she immediately continued, “that Lord Petherton really is?”
Mitchy frankly considered. “Helpful? Oh he does his best, I gather. Yes,” he presently added—“Petherton’s all right.”
“It’s you yourself, naturally,” his companion threw off, “who can help most.”
“Certainly, and I’m doing my best too. So that with such good assistance”—he seemed at last to have taken it all from her—“what is it, I again ask, that, as you request, I’m to ‘leave’ to you?”
Nanda required, while he still waited, some time to reply. “To keep my promise.”
“Your promise?”
“Not to abandon you.”