You know he isn't a fool perfectly well." "By Jove! You are getting magnanimous!" laughed Nick.
"No, I'm not.

I'm only trying to be fair.

One must be that," said Olga, whose honest soul abhorred injustice of any description.
"Oh, of course," said Nick.

"You'll have to spoil him now to make up for having been so--'horrid,' I think, is the proper term, isn't it?
It's the most comprehensive word in the woman's vocabulary, comprising everything from slightly disagreeable to damned offensive." "Really, Nick!" Nick grinned.

"Pardon my unparliamentary language!" "But Nick, I've never been--that!" protested Olga.
"A matter of opinion!" laughed Nick.
But Olga did not laugh, she only flushed a little and changed the subject.
About an hour later, Max, taking his hat from a peg in the hall, preparatory to departing for the cottage-hospital, discovered the lining thereof to be pulled away in order to accommodate a twisted scrap of paper which had been pinned to it in evident haste.
He carried the hat to the consulting-room and there detached and examined its contents.