he said, "if you"ve thought better of it, just mention the same before I post these letters. I shall understand."
She smiled at him, her quick, sweet smile. "Nick, you"re a darling! But I haven"t."
"Quite sure?" said Nick.
"Quite sure," she replied with emphasis.
He looked a little quizzical. "By the way, did you ask Max--what you wanted to know?"
She knew that she coloured, but she faced him notwithstanding. "No, I didn"t. I decided it wasn"t important enough."
"Oh, all right," said Nick. He got up. "Now can I trust you to lie quietly here while I go and post these letters?"
"Of course you can," she said.
"I shan"t be more than five minutes," he said, turning to the door.
She watched him go, and then closed her eyes, slightly frowning. She wished with all her heart that Major Hunt-Goring had not seen fit to come again, even though it was obviously her friend and not herself that he had come to see.
She was still pondering the unpleasant subject when the housemaid suddenly presented herself at the open door.
"Cook wants to know what she"s to do about the raspberries, miss."
"Raspberries!" said Olga, with a start. "Oh, I"m afraid they"re done for. It"s no good thinking about them. I will go round to-morrow, and see if there are any left worth having. But I expect they will all be spoilt by this hot sun."
The girl looked at her, slightly mystified. "But they"ve been gathered, miss. Didn"t you know? Cook thought you had done them yourself before you took ill."
Olga put her hand to her head. "No, I didn"t. I hadn"t finished. I dropped them all too."
"Well, they"re in the pantry now, miss, and cook was wondering if she hadn"t better start the jam first thing in the morning."
"Who brought them in?" asked Olga quickly.
The housemaid didn"t know. She departed to ask.
Olga leaned back again on her cushions. She was growing a little tired of inactivity, notwithstanding the undeniable languor that had succeeded the previous day"s headache.
The sound of voices in the hall outside, however, dispelled her boredom almost before she had time to recognize it. She suddenly remembered Max"s pal, and started up in haste to smooth her rumpled hair. Surely Max would not be so inconsiderate as to bring him straight in to her without a moment"s preparation!
This was evidently his intention, however, for she heard their footsteps drawing nearer, and she was possessed by a momentary shyness so acute that she nearly fled through the window. It really was too bad of Max!
"Come in here!" she heard him say, and with an effort she braced herself to encounter the stranger.
He entered, paused a second, and came forward. And in that second very strangely and quite completely her embarra.s.sment vanished. She found herself shaking hands with a large, kindly man, who looked at her with deep-set, friendly eyes and asked her in a voice of marvellous softness how she was.
Her heart warmed to him on the instant, and she forgave Max forthwith.
"I am quite well," she said. "Have you walked from the station? Please sit down!"
He was years older than Max, she saw, this man whom the latter had so airily described as his pal. There was a bald patch on the back of his head, and his brows were turning grey. His face was clean-shaven, and she thought his mouth the kindest and the saddest she had ever seen.
"Yes, I walked," he said. "Max brought me across the fields. It was very pleasant. There is a good breeze to-day.""
"I am sure you must be thirsty," Olga said, mindful of the honours of the house. "Max, please go and find something to drink and bring it here!"
"No, no, my dear fellow! I can wait," protested the newcomer. But Max had already departed upon his errand. He turned back smiling to the girl. "I know you were lying on the sofa when I came in. Please lie down again!"
"I"ve had more than enough of it," she a.s.sured him. "I don"t think lying still suits me. I only did it to please Nick. He will be in directly."
"Nick is your brother?" he asked.
Olga"s smile flashed out. "Not quite. He is three parts brother to one part uncle. That is to say, he is Dad"s half-brother, but nearer my age than Dad"s."
He nodded in humorous comprehension. "And your father is away, Max tells me. I hope you don"t mind being taken by storm like this? I am sorry to miss him, for we are old friends. We don"t often meet, as I haven"t a great deal of time at my disposal. I reserved to-day, however, as I rather particularly wanted to see Max."
"You will manage to come again perhaps, when Dad is at home," said Olga.
He smiled courteously. "I shall certainly try. And you are his eldest daughter?"
"His only daughter," she said. "There are three boys as well."
"Ah! And you have been left in charge?"
"Nick and I," she said; and then moved to sudden confidence, "I expect you have heard of Nick, haven"t you? Nick Ratcliffe of Wara! He is an M.P. too."
"Oh, is he that Ratcliffe?" Her listener displayed immediate interest.
"Yes, of course I have heard of him, Miss Ratcliffe. He is a man of renown, isn"t he? It will give me much pleasure to meet him."
"You"ll like him awfully!" said Olga, with shining eyes.
It was at this point that Nick himself pushed open the door with a peremptory, "Now then, Olga, what about your promise? Hullo!" He stopped short, and stood blinking rapidly at the visitor. "I thought it was Hunt-Goring you had got here," he observed. "Introduce me, please!"
Olga hesitated in momentary confusion. "Max didn"t tell me your name, you know," she said to the stranger. "This is Captain Ratcliffe of Wara."
"Monkey!" said Nick briefly. "Plain Ratcliffe of no-where in particular is my description."
The big man rose with outstretched hand. "I know you well by repute, and I am very pleased to meet you. My name is Whitton--Kersley Whitton."
"Goodness!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Olga. "Max might have told me!"
He laughed at her quietly. "Told you what? Didn"t he say I was a friend of his?"
"So you"ve been entertaining a celebrity unawares!" laughed Nick. "I hope you have been on your best behaviour, my child."
"But Miss Ratcliffe must be accustomed to celebrities," said Sir Kersley Whitton, "since she has to entertain you and Max Wyndham every day."
"Is Max a celebrity too, then?" asked Olga quickly.
"He is going to be one," the great doctor answered, with conviction.