CHAPTER VIII.
"I don't think I shall marry you, after all," Maggie announced that evening, as she stood looking at herself in one of the gilded mirrors with which the drawing-room at Belgrave Square was adorned.
"Why not ?" Nigel asked, with polite anxiety.
"You are exhibiting symptoms of infidelity," she declared.

"Your flirtation with Naida this afternoon was most pronounced, and you went out of your way to ask her to dine to-night." "I like that!" Nigel complained.

"Supposing it were true, I should simply be obeying orders.

It was you who incited me to devote myself to her." "The sacrifices we women make for the good of our country," Maggie sighed.

"However, you needn't have taken me quite so literally.