"He's head over ears in love with Naida.

Any one can see that." Nigel laughed scornfully.
"My dear child," he protested, "can you imagine a woman like Naida thinking seriously of a fellow like Immelan ?--a scheming, Teutonic adventurer, without even the breeding of his class!" Maggie laughed softly for several moments.
"My dear Nigel," she exclaimed, "what a luxury to get at the man of you! I haven't seen your eyes flash like that for ages.

The cocktails, thank goodness! Shake one for me till it froths all the way up the glass, please, and then give me a cigarette." Nigel obeyed orders, helped himself, and glanced at the clock as Brookes left the room.
"How nice of you to come half an hour early, Maggie!" he remarked.
She made a little grimace.
"The first time you have noticed it," she said dolefully.

"Do you realise, Nigel, that it is nearly a week since you proposed to me?
Apart from your penchant for Naida, don't you really want to marry me any more ?" He came across the room and stood looking down at her thoughtfully.

She was wearing a somewhat daringly fashioned black lace gown, which showed a good deal of her white shoulders and neck.