"I don't care a single scrap, my dear, in respect to the friend I'm speaking of, for any judgement but my own." "Not even for her daughter's ?" "Not even for her daughter's." Mr.Longdon had not spoken loud, but he rang as clear as a bell.
Nanda, for admiration of it, broke almost for the first time into the semblance of a smile.

"You feel as if my grandmother were quite YOUR property!" "Oh quite." "I say--that's splendid!" "I'm glad you like it," he answered kindly.
The very kindness pulled her up.

"Pardon my speaking so, but I'm sure you know what I mean.

You mustn't think," she eagerly continued, "that mother won't also want to hear you." "On the subject of Lady Julia ?" He gently, but very effectively, shook his head.

"Your mother shall never hear me." Nanda appeared to wonder at it an instant, and it made her completely grave again.