"And how is the beautiful Miss Campion?" he said.
Olga looked at him. She could not help it.
"Well?" said Max.
She coloured hotly. "I wonder you haven't been to see for yourself," she said.
"Perhaps I have," said Max.
She turned from his open scrutiny, and began to pour out the coffee with a hand not wholly steady.
"I presume—if you had—you wouldn't ask me," she said.
He lodged his chin on his hand, the better to study her. "In making that presumption, fair lady," he said, "you are not wholly justified. Has it never occurred to you that I might entertain a certain veneration for your opinion on a limited number of subjects?"
Olga set down the coffee-urn and squarely turned upon him. "Have you seen her this morning?" she asked him point-blank.
"Yes, I have seen her," he said.