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"Can I not?" said Hunt-Goring. "You haven't a very high opinion of my intelligence, have you? Colonel Campion I believe you know him is scarcely the man to sit still when such gossip as that reaches his ears. As for the proofs, I know how to find them. The worthy Mrs. Briggs was on the spot, you may remember. Her evidence would be valuable.
She was conscious of his intention to protect, and threw him a brief smile as she made reply. "I am enjoying it very much." "Really!" said Hunt-Goring. "And you are engaged to be married, I hear?" Olga did not instantly reply. It was Noel who answered shortly: "Yes, to my brother. No objection, I suppose?" It was aggressively spoken.
"It would be especially painful for you, as your evidence also would be required. You see the position quite clearly, don't you? Come, hadn't you better give in now and save further trouble?" She was silent still. Only her breath came fast as the breath of one who nears exhaustion. Hunt-Goring waited a little, watching her white face. "Come!" he said, "I don't want to play the villain any longer.
I shall follow on if I'm late. In any case," he turned to Olga, "I shall be in time for those supper-dances." His look flashed over her with a species of quizzical tenderness. "And you are not to give any dances to Hunt-Goring, mind, whatever the bounder says." He was gone. Free, careless, upright, he strode humming along the verandah and swung round the corner out of sight.
"Since Miss Ratcliffe received me so kindly as a friend of yours," he said, "I hope she will continue to regard me in that light, and dispense with all unnecessary ceremony. Miss Ratcliffe, I drink to our better acquaintance!" "How nice of you!" said Olga. "I return thanks on Miss Ratcliffe's behalf," said Max. "How long has the Hunt-Goring monstrosity been here?" Olga's face clouded. "Oh, ages!
Violet, however, was by no means dismayed by the prospect. "Oh, I enjoy Major Hunt-Goring," she said. "You leave him to me. I'll entertain him." "Hateful man!" said Olga. Whereat Violet laughed and pinched her cheek. "You know you like him!" "I detest him!" said Olga quickly. It was certainly with no excess of cordiality that a few minutes later she greeted her guest.
"Are you just off?" she asked him frigidly. "Will you have anything before you go?" Hunt-Goring laughed a soft, unpleasant laugh. "Many thanks!" he said. "I was just asking myself that question. Generous of you to suggest it though. Perhaps you like myself are feeling bored." He lowered himself on to the grassy bank beside her chair, smiling up at her with easy insolence. Olga did not look at him.
"You were there at the time?" "I was at The Warren yes." He spoke with an easy air of unconcern. Daisy leaned towards him. "And Nick do you think Nick knew?" Hunt-Goring looked straight back at her. "I think," he said deliberately, "that I should scarcely trouble to tackle Nick on the subject. He knows exactly what it suits him to know." "What do you mean?" Daisy spoke sharply, nervously.
"At least you can't make me do that!" she said. "You would rather do it than marry me, I presume?" he said. "I will never do either!" She stirred at last in his hold. She did not shrink from his eyes any longer; rather she challenged them as she stiffened herself to rise. Hunt-Goring laughed in her face. "Oh, won't you?" he said. "I fancy you said that once before and lived to regret it.
"Not now, I'm afraid," she made answer. "I left my case upstairs." He lighted another of his own and rose. "Good-night!" said Nick. "I shall be down to dinner," Max responded gruffly, and sauntered away. "Ill-tempered cuss!" said Nick. "What's the matter with him?" "He's jealous," said Violet. "Of whom?" Nick was frankly curious. "Of Major Hunt-Goring.
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