Well," he went on, "I'll 'stand' my share." "The difficulty is that he's so much too good for us," Vanderbank explained.
"Ungrateful wretch," his friend cried, "that's just what I've been telling him that YOU are! Let the return you make not be to deprive me--!" "Mr.Van's not at all too good for ME, if you mean that," Nanda broke in.

She had finished her tea-making and leaned back in her chair with her hands folded on the edge of the tray.
Vanderbank only smiled at her in silence, but Mitchy took it up.
"There's nobody too good for you, of course; only you're not quite, don't you know?
IN our set.

You're in Mrs.Grendon's.

I know what you're going to say--that she hasn't got any set, that she's just a loose little white flower dropped on the indifferent bosom of the world.

But you're the small sprig of tender green that, added to her, makes her immediately 'compose.'" Nanda looked at him with her cold kindness.