"She is probably reading some obscene novel, and won't be wanting you." "Max!" "I apologize," said Max.
Olga smiled faintly.

"It's horrid of you to talk like that." "It's me," said Max.
She dried the last of her tears.

"What--what did you do with him ?" "Packed him into the motor and told Mitchel to drive him home." "I wish Mitchel would run into something and kill him!" said Olga, with sudden vehemence.
Max's brows went up.

"Afraid I didn't give Mitchel instructions to that effect." He spoke without raising his eyes, being quite obviously intent upon his darning.

Olga watched him for a few seconds in silence.