"I'm only indicating the obvious," said Nick.
"No, you're not, dear. You're hinting things."
"In that case," said Nick, "you are at liberty to treat me with the contempt I deserve. Look here! We won't talk about this any more to-day. The subject is too indigestible. We'll sleep on it, and see what we think of it to-morrow."
"You're not going to write to Muriel to-night?" asked Olga.
"Not to-night. They've given me a week to make up my mind."
"And when would you have to go?"
"Some time towards the end of next month, or possibly the beginning of October. But as we're not going," said Nick, "I move that the discussion be postponed."
He smiled into her eyes, a baffling, humorous smile, and rose.
"But it was a ripping idea of yours," he said. "I'm quite grateful to you for mentioning it. There are some chocolates in the hall for you. Don't give them all to Violet, charm she never so wisely."
"Oh, Nick, you darling! Fancy your remembering me! Do let's have some at once!"