"One at a time, Miss Campion, please!" he said curtly.
"Dear, dear!" laughed Violet, with audacious mirth. "Then you had better call again later when I have concluded my visit."
He turned his eyes straight upon her; they were piercingly green in the morning light. "Your visit," he said, "is a direct violation of my orders. I must trouble you to conclude it at once."
He had never used that tone to her before. She opened her eyes very wide, meeting his look with the utmost nonchalance.
"Dear me!" she said. "How fierce we are this morning! And what if Olga prefers my company to yours?"
"That has nothing to do with it," he returned. "I am here professionally.".
"And if Olga is not requiring your professional services?" she suggested daringly.
"Oh, Violet dear, I think you had better go," interposed Olga nervously.
"You can come back again when you are dressed."
Violet's beautiful eyes suddenly gleamed. She moved to the door, stepping daintily with her bare feet.
"Dr. Wyndham," she said, "I congratulate you on your conquest. It has been a ridiculously easy capture, but I warned her she had met her fate long ago. No doubt she has wisely decided that to run away any longer would be a waste of energy. En tout cas,—" she made an airy gesture of the hands,—"my blessing be upon you both!"