But Nick is a privileged person, isn't he, wherever he goes?
Didn't someone once say of him that he rushes in where angels fear to tread?
It's rather an apt description.

How is he, by the way?
And why didn't you bring him too ?" She stood on the step, with the sunlight pouring over her, and daintily smoked her cigarette.

Olga came and stood beside her.

They formed a wonderful contrast--a contrast that might have seemed cruel but for the keen intelligence that gave such vitality to the face of the doctor's daughter.
"Oh, Nick is playing cricket with the boys," she said.

"He is wonderfully good, you know, and takes immense care of us all." "A positive paragon, my dear! Don't I know it?
A pity he saw fit to throw himself away upon that very lethargic young woman! I should have made him a much more suitable wife--if he had only had the sense to wait a few years instead of snatching the first dark-eyed damsel who came his way!" "Oh, really, Violet! And fancy calling Muriel lethargic! She is one of the deepest people I know, and absolutely devoted to Nick--and he to her." "Doubtless! doubtless!" Violet flicked the ash delicately from her cigarette.