"I suppose you have no objection," she said coldly.
"I am enchanted," he declared.

"But why not come with me in the car?
If you take the one from here, you will only have to bring it back, for you can't house it at Weir." "But I should have to come back in any case to fetch my bicycle," Olga pointed out.
"No, you needn't! Mitchel can ride that home, and you can drive the motor.

You can drive, I'm told ?" "Of course, I can.

I often drive Dad." Olga spoke with pride.
"Do you really?
Why did you never tell me that before?
Afraid I should want you instead of Mitchel ?" He looked at her quizzically.
"It wouldn't make much difference if you did," said Olga.

It was really quite useless to attempt to be polite to him if he would come so persistently within snubbing distance.