“I’ve wanted to hear it from the beginning. Now tell me, would you like Nagar to listen, too?”
“Oh, no!”
“Just as you like. Only you’re offering it to the world later——”
“But Nagar knows.”
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes, but——”
“He won’t say a word. Nagar rarely talks, except to answer questions. But, of course, don’t think of it, if you’d rather not.”
“What is Nagar?” Pidge asked suddenly.
“Just a watcher and listener in America, learning to see things impersonally.”
Pidge contemplated the idea for a few seconds; then her eyes hardened. “I’ve heard lots of talk about the impersonal—oh, talk to the skies about the impersonal life in Los Angeles—by people who haven’t yet got a personality!”