"I should like to see the little girl," she said. "Will you have her brought to me?"
"I shall indeed," returned the solicitor, buttoning up his greatcoat. "At the very earliest opportunity, Mrs. Darling. I will fetch her myself."
"No," Nina rejoined. "Pray, don't take the trouble. You are a very good solicitor, Mr. Widdicombe; but you told me once that you were not a wet-nurse, and I prefer you send some one else. And, by the bye," she added, "please tell Miss Agnes to be quite sure to bring her parrot with her."
CHAPTER XXXI
What They Knew and Thought
"Poor Nibbetts!" melancholically sighed the duchess.
The incroyables—some one had called them that—were gathered at Bellingdown again for the shooting, and Nina Darling was expected at any moment.
"Nibbetts was a martyr," declared the duke. "That's what I say. Fancy his being married all those years and never whispering it!"
"We'd never have known it at all probably," declared Kitty Bellingdown, "if it hadn't been for Caryll. It was he who wrote me, you know. Nibbetts confided it to him to put a stop to his annoying Nina."