"Yes, it is," said Hermia slowly, "a great pity—you're no respecter of persons, Olga."
Olga shrugged effectively.
"How should I have known?"
"You have had time enough to study him, I should say. Why couldn't you let him be? When there are so many other men—"
"Hear the child! One might think that I had brought him to my knees, malice propense. I didn't. Mon Dieu, one can't always prevent the unexpected."
Hermia laughed dryly. "One doesn't plan the unexpected quite so carefully as you do, Olga, dear."
It was beneath Olga's dignity to reply.
"At any rate," continued Hermia, "you've driven him away from
'Wake-Robin'."
"Oh, he'll come back," said Olga lightly.
"Do you think so?"
"Of course."