CHAPTER XIV.
WHAT ARE YOUR WISHES?
Nina was standing by the chart-room door, knocking daintily to attract the attention of her husband, who sat at his writing-table.
“Oh, you have condescended to come at last,” he said, opening the door. “You have managed to tear yourself from your trio of friends to oblige me.”
“I am always happy to oblige you with a short interview,” she said, suavely; “that is but a small concession.”
He checked a smile. She was playing a grand lady and aping Miss Marsden.
“I apologise for disturbing you,” and he, too, took on a grand manner; “but an interview was necessary. We shall be at the dock in two hours. Then there will be a general scattering, and I shall be busy. Will you kindly express your wishes with regard to your choice of domicile?”
“Is it of any use for me to express my wishes,” she said, with the utmost sweetness, “when you have probably already arrived at an inalterable decision?”
“I certainly have an invitation for you, birdie,” he said, kindly.
“An invitation?” and her eyebrows went up. “May I ask from whom?”
“From Lady Forrest.”