Nigel and Maggie had tea together in the little room which the latter had used as a boudoir.

They were discussing the question of her future residence there.
"I am afraid," he declared, "that you will have to marry me." "It would have its advantages," she admitted thoughtfully.

"I am really so fond of you, Nigel.

I should be married at St.Mary Abbot's, Kensington, and have the Annersley children for bridesmaids.

Don't you think I should look sweet in old gold and orange blossoms ?" "Don't tantalise me," he begged.
"We really must decide upon something," she insisted.