He's been dangling after me half the afternoon.
How would you like me to marry him, Allegro ?" "Who ?" said Olga, turning crimson.
"Oh, not Max, you may be sure!" Her friend laughed mischievously.

"Max is only an interlude." "And Hunt-Goring the main theme ?" suggested Nick.
She laughed again indifferently.

"Perhaps, I can't say I'm enamoured of him, though.

He's rather a brute at heart, underneath the oil-silk.
Well, I'm going to lie in the hammock and sleep." She got up, stretched luxuriously, and strolled away over the grass.
Nick watched her go with flickering, observant eyes; but he made no comment upon her.

Only as she passed from sight, he made an odd little grimace as if dismissing a slightly distasteful subject from his mind.
Then he turned to his niece.
"Well, my chicken, you've had a busy afternoon." "A beastly afternoon, Nick!" she responded warmly.