I hope that whoever writes the history of these times will see that it is properly illustrated." In the lounge, they had barely seated themselves before Naida, with her father and Immelan, appeared.

The little party at once joined up, and Naida seated herself next to Nigel.

She talked very slowly, but her accent amounted to little more than a prolongation of certain syllables, which had the effect of a rather musical drawl.

Her father, after the few words of introduction had been spoken, strolled away to speak to some acquaintances, and Immelan and the Prince discussed with measured politeness one of the commonplace subjects of the moment.

Naida and her companion became almost isolated.
"I met your uncle once," Naida said, "at a dinner party in Paris.