"Presently, my child. He is not at home just at present. Neither is Mrs. Bruce." The daintiest grimace in the world testified to the opinion entertained by the speaker for the latter. "Moreover, Bruce and I had a difference of opinion this morning and are not upon speaking terms. So unfortunate that he is so _difficile_. By the way, he is hand and glove with the new assistant. Were you aware of that?" "I knew that he came to tea here yesterday," said Olga. "Oh! And how did you find that out?" "He told me." "You mean you asked him!" "Indeed, I didn't!" Olga refuted the charge with indignation. "I don't take the smallest interest in his doings." "Not really?" Her friend looked at her with a comprehending smile. "Don't you like the young man?" she enquired. "I detest him!" Olga declared with vehemence. Again the slender little finger flicked the ash from the cigarette. "But what a mistake, dear!" murmured the owner thereof. "Young men don't grow on every gooseberry bush. Besides, one can never tell! The object of one's detestation might turn out to be the one and only, and it's so humiliating to have to change one's mind." "I shall never change mine with regard to Dr. Wyndham," Olga said with great determination. "I should hate him quite as badly even if he were the only man in the world." But at that the cigarette was suddenly whisked from the soft lips and pointed full at her. "Allegro,"--it was Violet Campion's special name for her, and she uttered it weightily,--"mark my words and ponder them well! You have met your fate!" "Violet! How dare you say such a thing?" Olga turned crimson with indignant protest. "I haven't! I wouldn't! It's horrid of you to talk like that!" "Quite indecent, dear, I admit. But have you never noticed how indecent the truth can be? What a pity to waste such a lovely blush on me! I presume he hasn't begun to make love to you yet?" "Of course he hasn't! No man would be such a fool with you within reach!" thrust back Olga, goaded to self-defence. "But I am not within reach," said Violet, with a twirl of the cigarette. "Far more so than I," returned Olga with spirit. "Anyhow, he never went out of his way to have tea with me." A peal of laughter from her companion put a swift end to her indignation. Violet was absolutely irresistible when she laughed. It was utterly impossible to be indignant with her. "Then you think if I am there perhaps he will be persuaded to stay at home to tea?" she chuckled mischievously. "Well, my dear, I'll come, and we will play at battledore and shuttlecock to your heart's content. But if the young man turns and rends us for our pains--and I have a shrewd notion that that's the sort of young man he is--you mustn't blame me." She tossed away her cigarette with the words, and turned inwards, sweeping Olga with her with characteristic energy. She was never still for long in this mood.