Chapter 21

“To-night, yes. I trust you will stay at table and drink your coffee with us.” “I don’t have to smoke, sir.” “I know that. I’d like you to.” Natalie Edgecumb did as she was bid. Her cousin, Jonathan Baldric, sat back in his chair. “Which reminds me,” he said. “A week ago I sent you some cigarettes.” “Whatever made you do that?” said Natalie. “I can’t think,” said Jonathan. “Did you get them?” Natalie nodded. “I rather liked them,” she said. Her great-uncle turned to Jonathan. “I’m sure,” he said, smiling, “that’s a…