"Oh, you mean Captain Mallender. I like him."
"What were you so busy talking about?"
"Let me see," putting her hand to her forehead, "the climate, the ancient Britons, and the Zoo."
"You are always so blue and cultured," declared Mrs. Villars. "I think Captain Mallender very good-looking: such a cheery manner, such gay dark eyes, and a boyish smile; he parts his hair just as I like it! Fan asked me to take charge of him, and be extra nice."
"And so you were! You are always nice—to men," corrected Nancy, with a disarming smile. "You know he is Fred's cousin, out from home."
"And where is his home? What is it like?"
"The photo is in Fred's sanctum, a lovely old Jacobean place standing in a great park."
"So this good-looking boy is rich!"
Nancy nodded.
"And how long is he going to stay?"