“It is because you are so kind to everybody,” he answered, with that air of appearing to mean more than he said, which he seemed to reserve for Netty.
“I do not understand Mr. Deulin,” said Netty to her uncle one day. “Why does he stay here? What is he doing here?”
And Joseph P. Mangles merely stuck his chin forward, and said in his deepest tones:
“You had better ask him!”
“But he would not tell me.”
“No.”
“And Mr. Cartoner,” continued Netty, “I understood he was coming back, but he does not seem to come. No one seems to know. It is so difficult to get information about the merest trifles. Not that I care, of course, who comes and who goes.”
“Course not,” said Mangles.
After a pause, Netty looked up again from her work.
“Uncle,” she said, “I was wondering if there was anything wrong in Warsaw.”