Olga's eyes opened wide at the announcement. "In—deed!" she said, with somewhat daring significance.
"In—deed!" he responded imperturbably. "Is it a joke?"
She felt herself colouring, and considered it safer to leave the question unanswered. "I can't go back in our car," she said. "Violet Campion will be with me, so I have come to fetch Nick's."
"Oh—ho!" said Max keenly. "Coming to stay?"
Very curiously she resented his keenness. "I suppose you have no objection," she said coldly.
"I am enchanted," he declared. "But why not come with me in the car? If you take the one from here, you will only have to bring it back, for you can't house it at Weir."
"But I should have to come back in any case to fetch my bicycle," Olga pointed out.
"No, you needn't! Mitchel can ride that home, and you can drive the motor. You can drive, I'm told?"
"Of course, I can. I often drive Dad." Olga spoke with pride.
"Do you really? Why did you never tell me that before? Afraid I should want you instead of Mitchel?" He looked at her quizzically.