"Oh, don't mind us," laughed Olga.
"I don't—" he said stoutly. "But I got here first, Olga, didn't I?"
"You surely did—"
"I'm glad to have witnesses. Hermia's dreadfully slippery, you know."
Olga, who had dropped into a corner of the stone bench, looked up languidly.
"Would you mind telling us what it all means?" she asked.
Hermia laughed. "May I, Trevvy?"
The excellent Trevelyan smiled politely and shrugged his shoulders.
"By all means—since I have no further interest in the matter."
"It's too amusing. They were to give me ten minutes' start from the house—the two of them. Oh, what a lark!" she laughed. "I made for the Maze, while they watched me from the drawing-room windows; but instead of going in, I skirted the edge and crept through the bushes on the other side. By the time they had reached the privet hedge, I had gone through the house from the kitchen to the terrace again, where I sat for ten minutes entirely alone laughing and watching those geese chasing each other around in the moonlight. I've never had such fun since I was born."