THE ELASTIC BOND Major Hunt-Goring was quite obviously in his element.

To Olga's dismay he showed no disposition to depart when they rose from the luncheon-table.

Violet suggested a move to the garden, and he fell in with the proposal with a readiness that plainly showed that he had every intention of inflicting his company upon them for some time longer.
"It's confoundedly lonely up at The Warren," he remarked pathetically, as he lounged after her into the sunshine.
Violet laughed over her shoulder, an unlighted cigarette between her teeth.

"You're hardly ever there." "No.

Well, it's a fact.