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.