"I might guess," Nigel replied, "but I would rather be told."
"They wait for the master spirit," Karschoff declared, taking his arm. "They wait for the great Prince Shan."
CHAPTER V
Nigel and Maggie had tea together in the little room which the latter had used as a boudoir. They were discussing the question of her future residence there.
"I am afraid," he declared, "that you will have to marry me."
"It would have its advantages," she admitted thoughtfully. "I am really so fond of you, Nigel. I should be married at St. Mary Abbot's, Kensington, and have the Annersley children for bridesmaids. Don't you think I should look sweet in old gold and orange blossoms?"
"Don't tantalise me," he begged.
"We really must decide upon something," she insisted. "I hate giving up my rooms here, I should hate having my worthy aunt as resident duenna, and I suppose it would be gloriously improper for us two to go on living here if I didn't. Are you quite sure that you love me, Nigel?"