"You never see me in that condition.

Pray continue your oration, Miss Campion! It was not my intention to interrupt." But Violet had suddenly reopened her book and buried herself therein.
Max twisted his neck and peered over.

After a brief space he grunted again and relaxed against the tree.
"Do you read French ?" Olga asked, feeling the silence to be slightly oppressive.
He laughed drily.

"Not that sort.

I have no taste for it." "But you know the language ?" Olga persisted, still striving against silence.
"I've studied it," said Max.