"Yes, shallow. She has no depths—of feeling, or anything else. Her whole life shows that. She was too pretty when she was young. She led her husband a devil of a dance, and she'll never reform.
"You must go after some other trail or grail, or whatever you choose to call it. You can never either help Nina or get her. Take my word for that."
Carleigh, who wasn't in any sense a strong character, felt depressed at the words. Kneedrock, who was a very strong character, relit his pipe and waited. After a little the other said:
"Do you, by any chance, know a man named Andrews?"
"I know one Andrews," answered Kneedrock, and this time he held out his left hand and wrist. "It was he who gave me that," he added, indicating the healed wound, "the night before poor Darling was shot."
"In India?"
"In India."
"What sort of a chap?"
"Tallish, rather good-looking, brown eyes and hair, young. Was in the civil service."
Carleigh looked puzzled. "I wonder if it could have been the same?" he asked, half to himself. "I met him at Mrs. Darling's the day I called."