He took out a cigarette and lighted it, a frown between his shaggy brows. He looked neither at Violet nor Olga but his attitude was one of stubborn determination.
"Are you waiting to see me drink my tea?" asked Violet, rousing herself in response to Olga's hand on her arm.
"I am," he said.
"Oh, well, that's soon done," she said, and raised the cup to her lips.
Max smoked on, taciturn and frowning. Violet finished her tea, and asked for more. He finished his cigarette and turned to her.
"I wonder if you would let me try one of yours."
"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.