Olga was listening enraptured.
"How I wish I was Muriel!" she said.

"Of course she'll want to go, Nick.
It sounds perfectly enchanting." "Especially the tigers and snakes," laughed Nick.

"Poor Muriel! It's rather a shame to ask her.

She had an overdose of the East at the outset, and she has never got over it." "Oh, but that's aeons ago!" protested Olga.
"I know; but it went deep." Nick leaned back abruptly, with closed eyes.
"I wonder if I can bring myself to refuse finally and conclusively--without telling her," he said ruminatively.
"Never, Nick!" Olga sprang from her chair.

"You shan't think of such a thing! Nick! A heaven-sent chance like that! Oh, it wouldn't be fair.
I'm sure she would say so.