He snapped his fingers in the air. "He cared just that."
Violet looked up suddenly from her book. "And you—did you care—just that too?"
He seemed to Olga to contract at the question. "I?" he said. "I had other things to think about. Life is too short for grizzling in any case. And I chanced to have my sister to attend to at the same time."
"You have a sister?" said Olga, swift to intervene once more.
He nodded. "Did I never tell you? She is married to Trevor Mordaunt the writer. Ever heard of him?"
"Why, yes! Nick knows him, I believe."
"Very likely. He has an immense circle of friends. He's quite a good sort," said Max.
"And where do they live?" asked Olga, with interest.
"In Suffolk chiefly. Mordaunt bought our old home and gave it to Chris—my sister—when they married. My elder brother manages the estate for him."
"How nice!" said Olga. "And what is your sister like?"