But Nina wouldn't promise. "There's one thing about Gerald," she added. "He does rest me. I feel such a peace when he is about."
Then, in spite of his expressed decision, the duke went back to Bellingdown and told his Doody every word. And, of course, all the rest of the incroyables knew it in no time.
That same evening Andrews came up again from Bath, where business had called him.
He found Nina sitting on the balcony outside one pf the French windows, screened by greenery and bathed in the silver sheen of a moon that was nearing its noon.
He stooped and kissed her, as was his habit now, and which she had never forbidden him. Yet it was more the cool kiss of a brother than the fervid lover's kiss—a feat acquired and accomplished by practice of the most rigid control.
"You can't fancy whom I saw to-day—" he began, bursting with what he believed would prove for her an interesting experience.
"Dr. Pottow," she hazarded.
"That's very wide," he said. "I often see Dr. Pottow. I haven't seen this person in five—no, six—years."
She tried twice more and failed.
"Your friend of that summer in Simla—Mrs. Ramsay."