"Did she seem interested in you personally, or was it because your name is Dorminster?"
Nigel sighed.
"I hoped it was a personal interest, but I cannot tell. She asked me whether I had inherited my uncle's hobby."
"What did you tell her?" she asked eagerly.
"Very little. She seemed sympathetic, but after all she is in the enemy camp. She and Immelan seemed on particularly good terms."
"Yet I don't believe that she is committed as yet," Maggie declared. "She always used to speak so affectionately of England. Nigel, do you think that I have vision?"
"I am sure that you have," he answered.
"Very well, then, I will tell you what I see," she continued. "I see Naida Karetsky for Russia, Oscar Immelan for Germany, Austria and Sweden, and Prince Shan for Asia—here—meeting in London—within the next week or ten days, to take counsel together to decide whether the things which are being plotted against us to-day shall be or shall not be. Of Immelan we have no hope. He conceals it cleverly enough, but he hates England with all the fervour of a zealot. Naida is unconvinced. She is to be won. And Prince Shan—"
"Well, what about him?" Nigel demanded, a little carried away by Maggie's earnestness.
She shook her head.