Mrs. Armine poured out the coffee, and Nigel lit his cigar.
"Turkish coffee for my lord and master!" she said, pushing a cup towards him over the little table. "I think I must learn how to make it."
He was gazing at her as he stretched out his hand to take it.
"Do you feel at home here, Ruby?" he asked her.
"It's such a very short time, you dear enquirer," she answered. "Remember I haven't closed an eye here yet. But I'm sure I shall feel at home. And what about you?"
"I scarcely know what I feel."
He sipped the coffee slowly.
"It's such a tremendous change," he continued. "And I've been alone so long. Of course, I've got lots of friends, but still I've often felt very lonely, as you have, Ruby, haven't you?"
"I've seldom felt anything else," she replied.
"But to-night—?"