"I'm not in the mood for it.

At least--" "Am I the obstacle ?" asked Max.
She could not control her colour, though she strove resolutely to appear as if she had not heard.
He turned to Violet, faintly smiling.

"Shall we take a stroll in the garden ?" She rose, flinging a gay glance at Olga.

"Just two turns!" she said.
He held aside the curtain for her, and followed her out, with a careless jest.

The two who were left heard them laughing as they sauntered away.