“I mean for instance she has such a grand idea of duty. She thinks we’re nowhere!”
“Nowhere?”
“With our children—with our home life. She’s awfully down on Tishy.”
“Tishy?”—Edward appeared for a moment at a loss.
“Tishy Grendon—and her craze for Nanda.”
“Has she a craze for Nanda?”
“Surely I told you Nanda’s to be with her for Easter.”
“I believe you did,” he bethought himself, “but you didn’t say anything about a craze. And where’s Harold?” he went on.
“He’s at Brander. That is he will be by dinner. He has just gone.”
“And how does he get there?”