He led her within. She was shivering as one with an ague, but she made desperate efforts to control herself.
Nick was exceedingly matter-of-fact. There was never anything tragic about him. He made her drink some brandy and water, and while she did so he scribbled a brief note.
"I will send off my own man in the motor with this to Max," he said. "He had better come."
Olga looked up sharply. "It's no manner of use sending for him, Nick.
She vows she will never see him again."
"We will have him all the same," said Nick. "He is the man for the job."
He went off and despatched his message, and then, returning, went out with her to the motor in which they had arrived so gaily but a few hours before.
"Now go steady, my chicken!" he said, as he got in beside her. "It wouldn't serve anyone's turn to have a spill at this juncture."
His yellow face smiled cheery encouragement into hers, and Olga felt subtly comforted.
"Oh, I am glad I've got you, Nick," she said. "You're such a brick in any trouble."
"Don't tell anyone!" said Nick. "But that's my speciality."