I hadn't finished.

I dropped them all too." "Well, they're in the pantry now, miss, and cook was wondering if she hadn't better start the jam first thing in the morning." "Who brought them in ?" asked Olga quickly.
The housemaid didn't know.

She departed to ask.
Olga leaned back again on her cushions.

She was growing a little tired of inactivity, notwithstanding the undeniable languor that had succeeded the previous day's headache.
The sound of voices in the hall outside, however, dispelled her boredom almost before she had time to recognize it.

She suddenly remembered Max's pal, and started up in haste to smooth her rumpled hair.