Come along, dear! This place is like a vault.

Let us get into the sunshine and leave him to wallow till tea appears." They went out together to Olga's immense relief, and spent the next ten minutes in playing with the motor, in the driving of which Violet had lately developed a keen interest.
When they returned, the book had disappeared and the incident was apparently forgotten.

They had tea to the accompaniment of much light-hearted chatter on the parts of Violet and Max Wyndham.

Colonel Campion sat in heavy silence, and Olga instinctively held aloof.

There was something in Max's attitude that puzzled her, but it was something so intangible that she could not even vaguely define it to herself.