I can't stand it.

I'm a sociable sort of chap, you know.

I like society." "Why don't you marry ?" laughed Violet.
"That's a question to which I can find no answer," he declared.
"Why--why, indeed!" "Hateful man!" murmured Olga, looking after them.

"How I wish he would go!" "Leave them alone for a spell," advised Max.

"Go and mend your stockings in peace! Miss Campion is quite equal to entertaining him unassisted." But Olga hesitated to pursue this course, and finally collected her work and followed her two guests into the garden.
Max departed upon his rounds, and a very unpleasant sense of responsibility descended upon her.
She took up a central position under the lime-trees that bordered the tennis-court, but Major Hunt-Goring and Violet did not join her.