THE PROJECT The sound of Nick's cheery, untuneful humming seemed to invest all things with a more normal and wholesome aspect.

Olga went to meet him with unfeigned delight.
He put his arm around her, flashing a swift look over her as he did it.
"Well, Olga _mia_.

I trust there has been no more bickering in my absence." "No, I've made friends with Max," she said.

"Come and have tea!" He went through the house with her to the garden where tea awaited him.
Max was seated alone beside the little table under the trees.
"You're not a very large party," commented Nick.
"Best we can do under the circumstances," said Max.

"The kids are still paper-chasing, and Miss Campion, overcome by the heat, has retired to bed.