“Oh all sorts of things. He has taken the greatest fancy to him.”
“The old boy—to Van?”
“Van to Mr. Longdon. And the other way too. Mr. Longdon has been most kind to him.”
Brookenham still moved about. “Well, if he likes Van and doesn’t like US, what good will that do us?”
“You’d understand soon enough if you felt Van’s loyalty.”
“Oh the things you expect me to feel, my dear!” Edward Brookenham lightly moaned.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. But he IS as loyal to me as Mr. Longdon to mamma.”
The statement produced on his part an unusual vision of the comedy of things. “Every Jenny has her Jockey!” Yet perhaps—remarkably enough—there was even more imagination in his next words. “And what sort of means?”
“Mr. Longdon? Oh very good. Mamma wouldn’t have been the loser. Not that she cared. He MUST like Nanda,” Mrs. Brookenham wound up.
Her companion appeared to look at the idea and then meet it. “He’ll have to see her first.”