Recovering at length, she went in search of Violet, and found her lounging under the limes in luxurious coolness with a book.
She glanced up from this at Olga's approach and smiled. There was a sparkle in her eyes that made her very alluring.
"Poor child! How hot you are! People with your complexion never ought to get hot. What have you been doing?"
She stretched a lazy hand of welcome, as Olga subsided upon the grass beside her.
"I've been hurrying back," Olga explained. "I thought you would be lonely."
"Oh dear, no! Not in the least." Violet glanced down at her book, a little ruminative smile curving the corners of her red mouth.
Olga peered at the volume. "What is it? Something respectable for once?"
"Not in the least. It is French and very highly flavoured. I daresay you wouldn't understand it, dear," said Violet. "You're such an ingénue."
Olga made a grimace. "I'd rather not understand some things," she said bluntly.
Violet uttered a low laugh. "Dear child, you are so unsophisticated!
When are you going to grow up?"