CHAPTER V 

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. "I hate giving up my rooms here, I should hate having my worthy aunt as resident duenna, and I suppose it would be gloriously improper for us two to go on living here if I didn't. Are you quite sure that you love me, Nigel?" 

"I am not quite so sure as I was this morning," he confessed, holding out his cup for some more tea. "I met a perfectly adorable girl to-day at luncheon at the Ritz. Such eyes, Maggie, and the slimmest, most wonderful figure you ever saw!" 

"Who was the cat?" Maggie enquired with asperity. 

"She is Russian. Her name is Naida Karetsky. Karschoff introduced me." 

Maggie was suddenly serious. There was just a trace of the one expression he had never before seen in her face--fear--lurking in her eyes, even asserting itself in her tone. 

"Naida Karetsky?" she repeated. "Tell me exactly how you met her?" 

"She was lunching with her father and Oscar Immelan. She stopped to speak to Karschoff and asked him to present me. Afterwards, she invited us to take coffee in the lounge." 
What is the name of the girl Nigel saw?
Naida Karetsky