"Of course I understand that perfectly.

If you hadn't liked her so much--" "Well ?" said Mitchy as he checked himself.
"I would never, last year, have gone to stay with you." "Thank you!" Mitchy laughed.
"Though I like you also--and extremely," Mr.Longdon gravely pursued, "for yourself." Mitchy made a sign of acknowledgement.

"You like me better for HER than you do for anybody else BUT myself." "You put it, I think, correctly.

Of course I've not seen so much of Nanda--if between my age and hers, that is, any real contact is possible--without knowing that she now regards you as one of the very best of her friends, treating you, I find myself suspecting, with a degree of confidence--" Mitchy gave a laugh of interruption.

"That she doesn't show even to you ?" Mr.Longdon's poised glasses faced him.