"You can come in, Miss Olga, and for pity's sake soothe the pore dear as much as you can.

She's well-nigh wore herself out." Olga glanced round for Nick, and found him at her side.
"Look here, Olga," he said, speaking in a rapid whisper, "you are not to lock that door.

Understand?
I say it!" She hesitated.

"But if------" "I won't have it done," he said.

"You must pretend to lock it.