"It will give me very great pleasure," Jesson acquiesced. "You will understand," he added, "that the information which Mr. Chalmers has just given you concerning myself is entirely confidential."
Nigel nodded.
"We three will have a little talk to ourselves afterwards," he suggested. "At eight o"clock--Number 17, Belgrave Square."
Jesson strolled away after a little desultory conversation. Chalmers looked after him thoughtfully.
"Harmless-looking chap, isn"t he?" he observed. "Yet I"ll let you in on this, Dorminster: there isn"t another living person who knows so much of what is going on behind the scenes in Europe as that man."
"Why has he chucked his job, then?" Nigel enquired.
"He will tell you that to-night," was Chalmers" quiet reply.
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 p.r.o.nounced, 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. Do you admire her very much, Nigel?"
He smiled. His manner, however, was not altogether free from self-consciousness.
"Of course I do," he admitted. "She"s a perfectly wonderful person, isn"t she? Let"s get out of this Victorian environment," he added, looking around the huge apartment with its formal arrangement of furniture and its atmosphere of prim but faded elegance. "We"ll go into the smaller room and tell Brookes to bring us some c.o.c.ktails and cigarettes. Chalmers won"t expect to be received formally, and Mademoiselle Karetsky will appreciate the cosmopolitan note of our welcome."
"We do look a little too domestic, don"t we?" Maggie replied, as she pa.s.sed through the portiere which Nigel was holding up. "I"m not at all sure that I ought to come and play hostess like this, without an aunt or anything. I must think of my reputation. I may decide to marry Mr.
Chalmers, and Americans are very particular about that sort of thing."
"From what I have seen of him, I should think that Chalmers would make you an excellent husband," Nigel declared, as he rang the bell. "You need a firm hand, and I should think he would be quite capable of using it."
"You take the matter far too calmly," she objected. "I can a.s.sure you that I am getting peevish. I hate all Russian women with creamy complexions and violet-coloured eyes."
"They are wonderful eyes," Nigel declared, after he had given Brookes an order.
Maggie looked at him curiously.
"Naida is for your betters, sir," she reminded him. "You must not forget that she is to rule over Russia some day."
"Just at present," Nigel observed, "Paul Matinsky has a perfectly good wife of his own."
"An invalid."
"Invalids always live long."
"Presidents and emperors can always get divorces," Maggie insisted, "especially in this irreligious age."
"Matinsky isn"t that sort," Nigel said cheerfully. "Even an old gossip like Karschoff calls him a purist, and you yourself have spoken of his principles."
Maggie shrugged her shoulders.
"All right," she remarked. "If you are determined to rush into danger, I suppose you must. There is just one more point to be considered, though.
I suppose you know that if you succeed any farther with Naida, you will introduce a personal note into our coming struggle."
"What do you mean?" Nigel demanded.
"Why, Immelan, of course," she replied. "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 cla.s.s!"
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 c.o.c.ktails, thank goodness! Shake one for me till it froths all the way up the gla.s.s, 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. Her brown hair was simply but artistically arranged. She was piquante, alluring, with a provocative smile at the corners of her lips and a challenging gleam in her eyes. The daintiness and femininity of her were enthralling.
"You would make an adorable wife," he reflected.
"For some one else?"
"An unspeakable proposition," he a.s.sured her.
"You"re very nice-looking, Nigel," she murmured.
"You"re terribly attractive, Maggie!"
"Then why is it," she sighed, "that we neither of us want to marry the other?"
"If a serious proposition would really be of interest to you," he began,--
She made a little grimace.