"I see," said Max. "It's just a nightmare, is it?"
He was watching her intently, and under his look her heart quickened a little.
"It may be all nonsense, yes," she admitted. "But in any case I won't leave Nick out here. He is in my special charge."
He laughed. "Well, there's no appealing against that. You will be home in April then. Will you marry me on Midsummer Day?"
Olga's eyelids flickered and fell. "I must think about it," she said.
He pinched her cheek. "Say Yes," he said.
She turned her face impulsively; her lips just touched his hand. "I wonder if I shall, Max," she said.
"Say Yes," he repeated, still softly but with insistence.
She leaned her head against him. "I'd like to say Yes," she said. "But somehow—somehow—I have a feeling that—that—"
"My dear," said Max very practically, "don't be silly!"