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"You'll like him awfully!" said Olga, with shining eyes. It was at this point that Nick himself pushed open the door with a peremptory, "Now then, Olga, what about your promise? Hullo!" He stopped short, and stood blinking rapidly at the visitor. "I thought it was Hunt-Goring you had got here," he observed. "Introduce me, please!" Olga hesitated in momentary confusion.
You force me to speak plainly, and so I am telling you the simple truth." "Thank you," said Hunt-Goring. "Well, now, let us see if I can persuade you to change your mind." "You will never do that," she said quickly. He smiled. "I wonder! Anyhow, let me try! It makes no difference to you that I love you?" "No," she told him flatly. "None whatever. In fact, I don't believe it."
He could not surely look and speak like this if he dreamed of wooing her in earnest! "I don't want any discussion," she hastened to tell him. "Only please, do go and tell Major Hunt-Goring that that there's been a mistake, and in short " "In short that you've thrown me over?" said Max. "Oh, thanks, no! You can tell him that if you wish!" "He must be told," she said. "I don't see why."
It was received in a dead silence that lasted for the breathless passage of a dozen seconds. Then: "You skunk!" said Noel. He did not raise his voice to say it, but there was that in his tone that was more emphatic than violence. It warned Hunt-Goring of danger as surely as the growl of a tiger. His lazy complacence suddenly gave place to alertness. He straightened himself up.
Hunt-Goring did not press her. He smiled and subsided with obvious indifference. Perhaps he deemed it wiser not to try her too far, or perhaps he lacked the energy to pursue the matter. He had taken to spending most of his time on the verandah, smoking his endless cigarettes and dreamily watching the world go by.
And what has he been telling you about Max?" Daisy hesitated. She was assailed by sudden misgiving. Was it all a ruse? She did not trust Major Hunt-Goring. She believed him fully capable of vindictiveness, and yet, so subtle had been his strategy, he had not seemed vindictive.
"And you must remember," Hunt-Goring proceeded, "that this young Wyndham is a rising man a desirable parti for any girl. He will probably never make another blunder of that description. It is too risky, especially for a man who means to climb to the top of the tree." "You really think it possible then that Nick knows?" Daisy still looked doubtful. "I think it more than possible."
Little Olga and I were very thick at one time. You didn't know that, I daresay?" "I don't believe it!" said Noel, breathing heavily. Hunt-Goring inhaled a deep breath of smoke and blew it forth again in gentle puffs. "Ah! She never told you that? She was always a secretive young woman.
I came after tiger," said Hunt-Goring, with his eyes on Olga, who had passed on to her host. "You won't find any in this direction," said Nick. "Wyndham bagged the last survivor on Christmas Day, and a mangy old brute it was." "I daresay I shall come across other game," said Hunt-Goring, bringing his eyes slowly back to Nick. Nick laughed. "It's not particularly plentiful here.
You didn't really ? tell Major Hunt-Goring that?" "Yes, I did," said Max. "And do you generally go and cry into the surgery towel when you are enjoying a joke?" "Oh, Max! You told him?" Her face was tragic. "And what did he say?" "He congratulated me," said Max. "Max!"
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