Three days later he and Nina took ship at Bombay and sailed for England.
CHAPTER VIII
In a World Within a World
"I'd rather have a whole cab-driver to myself than share a peer of the realm with another woman," said Mrs. Darling.
She had been in England eighteen months, and the shadow of her tragedy, which never bore very heavily, had lifted.
She sat in a basket chair on the lawn at Puddlewood, dressed all in filmy white, and sipped tea with the Duchess of Pemberwell, her great-aunt, in the shade of one of Puddlewood's ancient oaks. In her lap lay an unopened copy of the Times.
"Is he a cab-driver, then?" inquired the duchess, taking her literally.
"Yes," Nina laughed, "a heavenly cab-driver. He threads the milky way. Some say aviator."
"Oh, Nina!"