"It's no manner of use sending for him, Nick.
She vows she will never see him again." "We will have him all the same," said Nick.

"He is the man for the job." He went off and despatched his message, and then, returning, went out with her to the motor in which they had arrived so gaily but a few hours before.
"Now go steady, my chicken!" he said, as he got in beside her.

"It wouldn't serve anyone's turn to have a spill at this juncture." His yellow face smiled cheery encouragement into hers, and Olga felt subtly comforted.
"Oh, I am glad I've got you, Nick," she said.

"You're such a brick in any trouble." "Don't tell anyone!" said Nick.

"But that's my speciality." The midday sun was veiled in a thick haze, and the heat was intense.