Generous of you to suggest it though.

Perhaps you--like myself--are feeling bored." He lowered himself on to the grassy bank beside her chair, smiling up at her with easy insolence.

Olga did not look at him.

Handsome though he undoubtedly was, he was the one man of her acquaintance whose eyes she shrank from meeting.

His very proximity sent a shiver of disgust through her.