And then very suddenly he bent and kissed her on the lips.
She shivered through and through and broke from him with her hands over her face.
"But you didn't pay your debt, you know," said Hunt-Goring amiably.

"I won't trouble you now, however, as we are no longer alone.

Another day--in a more secluded spot--" No longer alone! Olga looked up with a gasp.

Her face was no longer pale, but flaming red.

She seemed to be burning from head to foot.
And there, not a dozen paces from her, was Maxwell Wyndham, carelessly approaching, his hands in his pockets, his hat thrust to the back of his head, a faint, supercilious smile cocking one corner of his mouth, his whole bearing one of elaborate unconsciousness.
This much Olga saw; but she did not wait for more.