“Ah,” cried Mitchy, “that’s better!”
“Then good-bye,” she said.
“Good-bye.” But he came a few steps forward. “I MAYN’T kiss your hand?”
“Never.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Oh!” he oddly sounded as he quickly went out.
IV
The interval he had represented as likely to be useful to her was in fact, however, not a little abbreviated by a punctuality of arrival on Mr. Longdon’s part so extreme as to lead the first thing to a word almost of apology. “You can’t say,” her new visitor immediately began, “that I haven’t left you alone, these many days, as much as I promised on coming up to you that afternoon when after my return to town I found Mr. Mitchett instead of your mother awaiting me in the drawing-room.”
“Yes,” said Nanda, “you’ve really done quite as I asked you.”