Yet on the following morning, so casual was his greeting that she felt oddly vexed with him as well as with herself, and was even glad when Violet sauntered down late as usual and claimed his attention. Violet, it seemed, had decided to ignore his decidedly arbitrary treatment of her. She had also apparently given up smoking, for she made no further reference to her vanished cigarettes, a piece of docility over which Olga, who had known her intimately for some years, marvelled much. She was obliged to leave her that afternoon to go to tea with an old patient of her father's who lived at the other end of the parish, Violet firmly refusing at the last moment to accompany her thither. Nick had promised to coach the boys at cricket practice that day, and Olga departed with a slight feeling of uneasiness and a determination to return as early as possible. It was not, however, easy to curtail her visit. The patient was a garrulous old woman, and Olga was kept standing on the point of departure for a full half-hour. In the end she almost wrenched herself free and hurried home at a pace that brought her finally to her own door so hot and breathless that she was obliged to sit down and gasp in the hall before she could summon the strength to investigate any further. Recovering at length, she went in search of Violet, and found her lounging under the limes in luxurious coolness with a book. She glanced up from this at Olga's approach and smiled. There was a sparkle in her eyes that made her very alluring. "Poor child! How hot you are! People with your complexion never ought to get hot. What have you been doing?" She stretched a lazy hand of welcome, as Olga subsided upon the grass beside her. "I've been hurrying back," Olga explained. "I thought you would be lonely." "Oh dear, no! Not in the least." Violet glanced down at her book, a little ruminative smile curving the corners of her red mouth. Olga peered at the volume. "What is it? Something respectable for once?" "Not in the least. It is French and very highly flavoured. I daresay you wouldn't understand it, dear," said Violet. "You're such an _ingenue_." Olga made a grimace. "I'd rather not understand some things," she said bluntly. Violet uttered a low laugh. "Dear child, you are so unsophisticated! When are you going to grow up?" "I am grown up," said Olga. "But I don't see the use of studying the horrid side of life. I think it's a waste of time." "There we differ," smiled Violet. "Perhaps, however, it doesn't matter so much in your case. It is only women who travel and see the world who really need to be upon their guard." Olga smiled also at that. "Shall I tell you a secret?" she said. "Do, dear!" Violet instantly stiffened to attention. The smile went out of her face; Olga almost fancied that she looked apprehensive. "It's quite a selfish one," she said, seeking instinctively to reassure her. "It's only that--perhaps--when the autumn comes--I may go to India with Nick."