THE CHAPERON "It's very kind of Olga to provide us with distractions," said Nick, as he dropped into an arm-chair, with a cigar, "but I almost think we are better off without them.

If I see much of that girl, it will upset my internal economy.

Is she real by any chance ?" "Haven't you ever seen her before ?" asked Max.
"Several times, but never for long together.

Jove! What a face she has!" He turned his head sharply, and looked up at Max who stood on the hearth-rug.

"You're not wildly enthusiastic over her anyhow," he observed.