CHAPTER XVI.
SECRETS The rest of that day was passed in so ordinary a fashion that Olga found herself wondering now and then if she could by any chance have dreamed the events of the night.
During the whole of the morning she was occupied with her jam-making, while Violet lazed in the garden.

Nick had planned a motor-ride in the afternoon, and they went for miles, returning barely in time for dinner.
Violet was in excellent spirits throughout, and seemed unconscious of fatigue, though Olga was so weary that she nearly fell asleep in the drawing-room after the meal.

Max was in one of his preoccupied moods, and scarcely addressed a word to anyone.

Only when he bade her good-night she had a curious feeling that his hand-grip was intended to convey something more than mere convention demanded.

She withdrew her own hand very quickly.