Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. “There’s the whole situation. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. And not a worthy tome in sight. She looked and felt like a fairy princess. Gosse must now fight with his back to the altar, and a dais at his heels. . Mr. She twisted her fingers tightly. “Compromise—and kindness. More than ever a sense of confusion was upon Ennison. ’ He sighed. But—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?” “I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica.
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