“Then may he listen to me a minute?” “Yes, if you really keep to schedule.”
“Don’t move, Alec!” whispered Nina, and there seemed to be a note in her voice that Maseden had heard only once before, though he could not recall the occasion. “We’re on board a mail steamer bound for England, but she touches at Punta Arenas and Buenos Ayres, so you must be ‘Mr. Alexander,’ not ‘Mr Maseden,’ until we reach home. Don’t ask why just now. I’ll tell you tomorrow, or next day, when you are stronger. You will trust me, won’t you?”
“Trust you, Nina! Yes, forever!”
He looked at her, as though to make sure that
his senses were not deceiving him and that it
was really Nina Forbes who sat there, a Nina
with her hair nicely combed and coiled and wearing a particularly attractive pink jersey and white se
