"She is very charming," Naida murmured.
"I find her delightful," Nigel agreed.
"She is not only charming, but she has intelligence," Naida continued. "I think that Lord Dorminster was very fond of her, that he trusted her with many of his secrets."
"Had he secrets?" Nigel asked.
She remained for a moment very thoughtful, smoking a thin cigarette through a long holder and watching the little rings of smoke.
"You are right," she said at last. "I find your attitude the only correct one. Did you know that Maggie was a friend of mine, Lord Dorminster?"
"I can very well believe it," he answered, "but I have never heard her speak of you."
"Ah! But she has been away for some months. You have not seen much of her, perhaps, since her return?"
"Very little," he acquiesced. "She only arrived in London just before my uncle's death, and since then I have had to spend some time at Dorminster."
"As a matter of curiosity," Naida enquired, "when do you expect to see her again?"