"Oh, I enjoy Major Hunt-Goring," she said.

"You leave him to me.

I'll entertain him." "Hateful man!" said Olga.
Whereat Violet laughed and pinched her cheek.

"You know you like him!" "I detest him!" said Olga quickly.
It was certainly with no excess of cordiality that a few minutes later she greeted her guest.

He was standing in the hall with one arm in a sling when she and Violet descended the stairs, an immense man of about five-and-forty with a very decided military bearing and dark eyes of covert insolence.
Max was with him, and Olga experienced a very novel feeling of relief to see him there.