"No."
"Then don't call me 'Dr. Wyndham'!" he said severely. "I don't answer to it, except in business hours."
She smiled faintly. "Max, then! Will you do me a favour?"
Max's eyes found hers with disconcerting suddenness. "On one condition," he said.
"What is it?"
The corner of his mouth went up. "I will name my condition when you have named your favour."
She hesitated momentarily. "Oh, it isn't very much," she said. "I only want you not to tell—Nick, or anyone—about—about what happened this afternoon."
"Why isn't Nick to know?" asked Max.
"He would be so angry," she said, "and he couldn't do any good. He would only go and get himself hurt."
"Would you care to know what Hunt-Goring said to me after you had effected a retreat?" asked Max.