"It was I who wrote Mr.Van's name." The girl's eyes were on Mr.Longdon, but her words as for the company.

"I brought the book here from Buckingham Crescent and left it by accident in the other room." "By accident, my dear," her mother replied, "I do quite hope.

But what on earth did you bring it for?
It's too hideous." Nanda seemed to wonder.

"Is it ?" she murmured.
"Then you haven't read it ?" She just hesitated.

"One hardly knows now, I think, what is and what isn't." "She brought it only for ME to read," Tishy gravely interposed.
Mrs.Brook looked strange.