In the end she almost wrenched herself free and hurried home at a pace that brought her finally to her own door so hot and breathless that she was obliged to sit down and gasp in the hall before she could summon the strength to investigate any further.
Recovering at length, she went in search of Violet, and found her lounging under the limes in luxurious coolness with a book.
She glanced up from this at Olga's approach and smiled.

There was a sparkle in her eyes that made her very alluring.
"Poor child! How hot you are! People with your complexion never ought to get hot.

What have you been doing ?" She stretched a lazy hand of welcome, as Olga subsided upon the grass beside her.
"I've been hurrying back," Olga explained.

"I thought you would be lonely." "Oh dear, no! Not in the least." Violet glanced down at her book, a little ruminative smile curving the corners of her red mouth.
Olga peered at the volume.

"What is it?
Something respectable for once ?" "Not in the least.