"Then you know as much as I do," said Olga.
"Not quite," he returned. "I soon shall however. Did she seem pleased to see you this morning?"
"Of course," said Olga.
"And why 'of course'? Do you never disagree?" He asked the question banteringly, yet his eyes were still upon her, unflaggingly intent.
"We never quarrel," said Olga.
"I see. You have differences of opinion; is that it? And what happens then? Is there never a tug of war?" Max's smile became speculative.
"No, never," said Olga.
"Never?" He raised his red brows incredulously. "Do you mean to say you give in to her at every turn? She can be fairly exacting, I should imagine."
"I would give her anything she really wanted if it lay in my power," said Olga very steadily.
"Would you?" said Max. He suddenly ceased to smile. "Even if it chanced to be something you wanted rather badly yourself?"