Besides, one can never tell! The object of one's detestation might turn out to be the one and only, and it's so humiliating to have to change one's mind." "I shall never change mine with regard to Dr.Wyndham," Olga said with great determination.

"I should hate him quite as badly even if he were the only man in the world." But at that the cigarette was suddenly whisked from the soft lips and pointed full at her.

"Allegro,"-- it was Violet Campion's special name for her, and she uttered it weightily,--"mark my words and ponder them well! You have met your fate!" "Violet! How dare you say such a thing ?" Olga turned crimson with indignant protest.

"I haven't! I wouldn't! It's horrid of you to talk like that!" "Quite indecent, dear, I admit.

But have you never noticed how indecent the truth can be?
What a pity to waste such a lovely blush on me! I presume he hasn't begun to make love to you yet ?" "Of course he hasn't! No man would be such a fool with you within reach!" thrust back Olga, goaded to self-defence.
"But I am not within reach," said Violet, with a twirl of the cigarette.
"Far more so than I," returned Olga with spirit.