"I want you to take him in hand—to make him forget."
"I! But how?"
"Here. He's coming. I've just had a wire. He has already started. He will be here to-morrow for tea."
Nina hesitated for just a second. "I—I'll do my best," she said at length.
CHAPTER X
A Prayer and a Prophecy
"Poor darling!" sighed the duchess.
The hall was forty feet wide, eighty feet long, and fifty feet high. It was banked with palms and chrysanthemums and with Michaelmas daisies in silver pots. Yet the words echoed.
"You mean—" questioned Kneedrock, frowning.