"He is pretending he doesn't mind, too, Olga." Olga flushed a little.

"Oh, Max never pretends," she said.

"Do you, Max ?" He smiled in his grim fashion.

"It is not for me to contradict you," he said.

"Permit me to congratulate you instead, and to hope that the East will not take as great liberties with your complexion as it has with Nick's." "I'd rather be like Nick than anyone else in the world," she declared, with one arm wound about her hero's neck.
"Curious, isn't it ?" grinned Nick.
"Almost incredible!" said Max.
"But quite true!" asserted Olga with vehemence.
Max swung around with his hands in his pockets, and sauntered to the door.