"About ME--what you call his suspicions ?" He seemed to weigh the charge, but it ended, while he passed his hand hard over his eyes, in weariness and in the nearest approach to coldness he had ever shown Mrs.Brook.

"It doesn't matter.

It's every one's fate to be in one way or another the subject of ideas.

Do then," he continued, "let Mr.Longdon come up." She instantly rang the bell.

"Then I'll go to Nanda.