For which remark she gave him another jerk which set him swinging like a pendulum. "Well, I've got a little sense anyhow," she remarked. "But not much," said Nick. "Or you would know that that sort of treatment after muffins for tea is calculated to produce indigestion in a very acute form, peculiarly distressing to the beholder." "Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot the muffins." Olga laid a restraining hand upon the hammock. "But do you like him, Nick? Honestly now!" "My dear child, I never like anyone till I've seen him at his worst. Drawing-room manners never attract me." "But this man hasn't got any manners at all," objected Olga. "And he's so horribly satirical. It's like having a stinging-nettle in the house. I believe--just because he's clever in his own line--that he's been spoilt. As if everybody couldn't do something!" "Ah! That's the point," said Nick sententiously. "Everybody can, but it isn't everybody who does. Now this young man apparently knows how to make the most of his opportunities. He plays a rattling hand at bridge, by the way." "I wonder if he cheats," said Olga. "I'm sure he's quite unscrupulous." Nick turned his head, and surveyed her from under his restless eyelids. "I begin to think you must be falling in love with the young man," he observed. "Don't be absurd, Nick!" Olga did not even trouble to look up. She was stitching with neat rapidity. "I'm not. That's just how my wife fell in love with me. I assure you it often begins that way." Nick shook his head wisely. "I should take steps to be nice to him if I were you, before the mischief spreads." Olga tossed her head. She was slightly flushed. "I shall never make a fool of myself over any man, Nick," she said. "I'm quite determined on that point." "Dear, dear!" said Nick. "How old did you say you were?" "I am woman enough to know my own mind," said Olga. "Heaven forbid!" said Nick. "You wouldn't be a woman at all if you did that." "I don't think you are a good judge on that subject, Nick," remarked his niece judiciously. "In fact, even Dr. Wyndham knows better than that. I assure you the antipathy is quite mutual. He regards everyone who isn't desperately ill as superfluous and uninteresting. He was absolutely disappointed the other day because, when I slipped on the stairs, I didn't break any bones." "What a fiend!" said Nick. "And yet Dad likes him," said Olga. "I can't understand it. The poor people like him too in a way. Isn't it odd? They seem to have such faith in him." "I believe Jim has faith in him," remarked Nick. "He wouldn't turn him loose on his patients if he hadn't."