"Sh!" she breathed. And I sh-sh-ed, and heard Ogilvie's voice, but I could not distinguish any words. Then came Olivia's voice, shrill and petulant.
"They are not having a good time," Eve whispered.
"He is," I answered; for Ogilvie laughed. It was a merry laugh.
"We don't want to snoop, Adam," said Eve. "Let's—"
"Shall we join the others?" Ogilvie asked, still laughing.
"You may if you like," said Olivia in a voice filled with discontent.
"And leave you here?"
"And leave me here. I'll take care of myself."
"Very well. Good-bye, Olivia. I may not see you again."
"Not see me again? You mean to-day?" Was she regretting?