She was still a little out of breath with the exercise, her cheeks full of healthy colour, her eyes bright.

She tapped her skirt with her riding whip.

Nigel watched her a little uneasily.
"Prince Shan is calling here this afternoon," Maggie announced.

"I hope you don't mind." "What are you going to say to him ?" Nigel asked bluntly.
There was a short, tense silence.

Even at the thought of the crisis which she knew to be so close at hand, Maggie felt herself unnerved and in dubious straits.
"I do not know," she said at last.