The other kind is too distracting, since he must think of his career." Nick cut in upon the words with the suddenness of a sabre-thrust.

"Oh, we all say that till we meet the right woman, and then, be she lovely or hideous, the career bobs under like a float and ceases to count." Max grunted.

"Does it?
Well, you ought to know." "Let's go and have supper," said Olga, and turned from the room.
Violet stooped to pick up her mandolin.

Nick lingered to summon the boys.

Max entered the dining-room in Olga's wake.
"Give me five minutes in the surgery presently," he said as he did so.
She glanced round at him sharply.