She was putting together her work with evident determination.

"I will see you off," she said.
"You seem in a mighty hurry to get rid of me," he said, without moving.
She laid her mending upon the grass and rose.

"I am busy--as you see," she returned.
He looked at her for a moment, then very deliberately followed her example.

He stood looking down at her from his great height, a speculative smile on his face.
"You've soon had enough of me, what ?" he suggested.
Olga's pale eyes gleamed for an instant like steel suddenly bared to the sun.

She said nothing whatever, merely stood before him very stiff and straight, plainly waiting for him to go.
"It's a pity to outstay one's welcome," he said.