I hate an artificial glare, Allegro!" "Well, dear ?" said Olga gently.
Violet was sitting with her back to the moonlight, her face in deep shadow.

Her black hair was loosely tied back and hung below her waist.
Olga stretched out a hand and touched the silken ripples caressingly.
Violet threw back her head restlessly.

"I'm going to give up Hunt-Goring," she said.
"My dear, I am glad!" said Olga fervently.
Violet laughed again.

"I only encouraged him for the sake of his cigarettes.

But I'm going to give up them too.