"Olive and three young men," she said to herself; "that will do very well."
A little before luncheon Claude Locker became very uneasy, and even agitated. He hovered around Olive, but found no opportunity to speak to her, for she was always talking to somebody else, mostly to the newcomer. But she was a little late in entering the dining-room, and Locker stepped up to her in the doorway.
"Is this your handkerchief?" he asked.
"No," said she, stopping; "isn't it yours?"
"Yes," he replied, "but I had to have some way of attracting your attention. I love you so much that I can scarcely see the table and the people."
"Thank you," she said, "and that is all for the next twenty-four hours."