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. “Be quiet and smoke, and I’ll tell you.” Mitchy, on the sofa, received with meditation a light. “Will she understand? She has everything in the world but one,” he added. “But that’s half.” Vanderbank, before him, lighted for himself. “What is it?” “A sense of humour.” “Oh yes, she’s serious.” Mitchy smoked a little. “She’s tragic.” His friend, at the fire, watched a moment the empty portion of the other room, then walked across to give the door a light push that all but closed it. “It’s rather odd,” he remarked as he came back--“that’s quite what I just said to him. But he won’t treat her to comedy.” III “Is it the shock of the resemblance to her grandmother?” Vanderbank had asked of Mr. Longdon on rejoining him in his retreat. This victim of memory, with his back turned, was gazing out of the window, and when in answer he showed his face there were tears in his eyes. His answer in fact was just these tears, the significance of which Vanderbank immediately recognised. “It’s still greater then than you gathered from her photograph?” “It’s the most extraordinary thing in the world. I’m too absurd to be so upset”--Mr. Longdon smiled through his tears--“but if you had known Lady Julia you’d understand. It’s SHE again, as I first knew her, to the life; and not only in feature, in stature, in colour, in movement, but in every bodily mark and sign, in every look of the eyes above all--oh to a degree!--in the sound, in the charm of the voice.” He spoke low and confidentially, but with an intensity that now relieved him--he was as restless as with a discovery. He moved about as with a sacred awe--he might a few steps away have been in the very presence. “She’s ALL Lady Julia. There isn’t a touch of her mother. It’s unique--an absolute revival. I see nothing of her father, I see nothing of any one else. Isn’t it thought wonderful by every one?” he went on. “Why didn’t you tell me?”