Max in an exasperating mood could be very exasperating indeed.

He pulled out the chair next to her, and sat down.
"And how is the beautiful Miss Campion ?" he said.
Olga looked at him.

She could not help it.
"Well ?" said Max.
She coloured hotly.

"I wonder you haven't been to see for yourself," she said.
"Perhaps I have," said Max.
She turned from his open scrutiny, and began to pour out the coffee with a hand not wholly steady.
"I presume--if you had--you wouldn't ask me," she said.
He lodged his chin on his hand, the better to study her.

"In making that presumption, fair lady," he said, "you are not wholly justified.