That's what Tishy wants me for.

She says that to be with some nice girl's really the best thing for her." Poor Mitchy's face hereupon would have been interesting, would have been distinctly touching to other eyes; but Nanda's were not heedful of it.
"Oh," he returned after an instant and without profane mirth, "that seems to me the best thing for any one." Vanderbank, however, might have caught his expression, for Vanderbank now reappeared, smiling on the pair as if struck by their intimacy.

"How you ARE keeping it up!" Then to Nanda persuasively: "Do you mind going to him in there?
I want him so really to see you.

It's quite, you know, what he came for." Nanda seemed to wonder.

"What will he do to me?
Anything dreadful ?" "He'll tell you what I meant just now." "Oh," said Nanda, "if he's a person who can tell me sometimes what you mean--!" With which she went quickly off.
"And can't _I_ hear ?" Mitchy asked of his host while they looked after her.
"Yes, but only from me." Vanderbank had pushed him to a seat again and was casting about for cigarettes.