She nodded. "Wouldn't you do as much for someone you loved?"
"That depends," said Max cautiously.
"Oh, of course!" said Olga quickly. "You're a man!"
He laughed. "You've made that remark before. I assure you I can't help it. No, I certainly wouldn't place all my possessions at the disposal of even my best friend. There would always be—reservations."
He looked at her with a smile in his eyes, but Olga did not respond to it. An inner voice had suddenly warned her to step warily. She took up the coffee-urn again.
"I wouldn't give much for that kind of friendship," she said.
"But is it always in one's power to pass on one's possessions?" questioned Max. "I maintain that the possessions are entitled to a voice in the matter."
"I don't understand you," said Olga, in a tone that implied that she had no desire to do so.
"No?" said Max indifferently. "Well, I think unselfishness should never be carried to extremes. Some women have such a passion for self-sacrifice that they will stick at nothing to satisfy it. The result is that unwilling victims get offered up, and you will admit that that is scarcely fair."
Olga handed him his coffee. "Will you cut the ham, please?" she said.