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A quiver of anger went through Olga, and she suffered it, for it helped her courage. "I shall never forgive you for that," she said "never, as long as I live!" Hunt-Goring continued to laugh, and his laugh was an insult. "I shall get over that," he told her. "I don't want your forgiveness especially as you had yourself alone to thank for that episode. But come now! About marrying me.
Hunt-Goring laughed easily. "You young fellows have all the luck," he said. "When do you expect to be married?" "On Midsummer Day," said Max. "Really!" Hunt-Goring's laugh was silken in its softness. "Your plans are all cut and dried then. Yet, you know, 'there's many a slip, etc." "Not under my management," said Max. He looked hard and straight into the other man's eyes, and turned aside.
Suppose you were my partner and Hunt-Goring the forlorn friend, do you think I should be justified in passing you on to him? It would be a considerable self-sacrifice on my part." "Oh, really!" exclaimed Olga, in hot exasperation. "What absurd question will you ask next?" He looked across at her with a complacent smile. "You see, I'm only a man," he said coolly. "But that illustrates my point.
"Oh, Nick!" she whispered then. "That any man could be so vile!" "What man?" said Nick sharply. "Major Hunt-Goring." He stooped swiftly and looked into her face. "What has he been doing?" "I'll tell you!" she said. "I'll tell you!" And then, arrested possibly by something in that flashing regard, she raised herself and looked straight up at him.
You couldn't have mentioned my name." Daisy regarded him steadily for a moment. "Is there any reason why she should not meet you?" she asked. "None whatever," said Hunt-Goring, with a shrug. "Needless to say, I shall be quite charmed to meet her." At this point the conversation was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Noel.
Hunt-Goring was looking remarkably elegant, attired in white drill with a yachting cap which he carried in his hand. "I seem to have come at an opportune moment," he said. "Really, the fates are more than kind. The yacht is making for Brethaven jetty to take me on board. If you ladies will come with me for a couple of hours' cruise, I need scarcely say how charmed I shall be."
I thought you couldn't be so unkind as to stay behind when I wanted you." "A woman's second thoughts are always best," observed Hunt-Goring. She looked him straight in the eyes. "I am going for Miss Campion's sake alone," she said. He smiled at her with covert insolence. "You are a true woman," he said. "Is that intended for a compliment or otherwise?" asked Violet.
He must have seen her embarrassment, for his green eyes studied her without mercy; but when he spoke it was not upon the subject of her overture. "Look here!" he said. "Hunt-Goring is here. Do you mind if I ask him to luncheon?" The news was unexpected. Olga gave a sharp, involuntary start. "Major Hunt-Goring!" she stammered. "Why what is he doing here?"
"I daresay it might be described as a regrettable incident. It concerned the sudden death of a young girl at which event the said Dr. Wyndham presided. I really shouldn't have mentioned it if it hadn't been for the familiarity of the name." "They are brothers," said Daisy. "Really! That is strange." Again Hunt-Goring barely concealed a yawn.
Daisy made a quick movement of exasperation. "Do you never give women credit for being sincere?" she said. "Only when they are angry," said Hunt-Goring, taking out his cigarette-case. "Now join me, won't you? Sincerity is such a heating quality. I shouldn't cultivate it if I were you." But Daisy declined somewhat curtly. It was quite evident that her patience was wearing very thin.
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