It sent a curious revulsion of feeling through her.

For the moment she felt physically sick.
Then impetuously, desperately, she intervened, "Violet, dear, wake up and have your tea! It's this horrid thundery weather that is affecting you.

I've felt it myself.

Max, you won't get much of a rest if you don't go soon." Instantly his eyes were turned upon her, and she was conscious of the sudden quickening of her heart; for she saw at a glance that he resented her interference.
"Go on, Max!" grinned Nick.

"Why can't you take a graceful hint, man?
There may be another luckless little brat wanting you to-night." "One thing at a time," said Max curtly.
He took out a cigarette and lighted it, a frown between his shaggy brows.