"I could, though," said Olga, "if the fruit wouldn't keep till Monday."
He laughed. "What an admirably practical spirit!"
"Thank you!" said Olga. "That's the first nice thing you have ever said to me."
"Oh, no, it isn't!" said Max. "May I come and take a survey now?"
"I can't imagine what you are waiting for," she returned with renewed spirit.
She could meet him on the old fencing-ground without a tremor; at least so she fancied. But the next instant he disconcerted her in the most unexpected fashion.
"I have been waiting for your pulse to steady down," he said coolly.
"Oh!" said Olga.
He left the window and came to her side. She gave him her hand with an abrupt, childish movement.
"It's great nonsense!" she said, with burning cheeks. "You can't possibly make me out ill."