"He couldn't want to marry me against my will." "My good child," said Max, "if you had had the bad taste to flirt with him, he would have tired of you long ago.

As it is--" he paused.
She looked up.

"As it is ?" He uttered a curt laugh, and sat up, thrusting his hand back into his pocket.

"Well--he won't be happy till he gets you." Olga sprang to her feet.

"But, Max, he couldn't marry me against my will! That sort of thing isn't done nowadays." Max looked at her, his shrewd eyes very cynical.