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She started. "Oh, really, Nick!" she said again, this time with a touch of annoyance in her tone. He smiled as he heard it. "It's coming, I assure you. You see, the station is short of girls, and our young friend is impressionable. He is the sort of amorous swain who gets engaged to a dozen before he settles down to marriage with one. The question for you to decide is, are you going to be one of the dozen?" "No, that I certainly am not." Olga spoke with undoubted emphasis, and having spoken rose and laid her hands upon Nick's shoulders. "I don't think he would be so silly as to ask me," she said. "And if he did, I certainly should not be silly enough to say Yes." "I'm glad to hear that anyway," said Nick briskly. "I was afraid you might accept him out of sheer boredom." "Nick! I'm not bored!" He looked at her quizzically, as if he did not quite believe her. "I am not bored," she reiterated, with something like vehemence. "I am happier with you than with anyone else in the world." "Really?" said Nick, still smiling. "Don't you believe me?" she said. He laughed. "Not quite, dear; but that's not your fault. What are you going to wear to-night?" Nick could switch himself from one subject to another as easily as a monkey leaps from tree to tree, and when once he had made the leap no persuasion could ever induce him to return. Olga knew this, and abandoned the discussion, albeit slightly dissatisfied. They separated soon after to dress for the Rajah's dinner. Olga had chosen a dress of palest mauve, and very fair and delicate she looked in it. In a crowd of girls she would doubtless have been passed over by all but the most observant, but she was not one of a crowd at Sharapura. There were not many girls in that region, or Noel Wyndham's volatile fancy had scarcely strayed in her direction. She told herself this with a faint smile, as she took a final glance at herself when her _ayah_ had finished. There never had been any personal vanity about Olga, and that night she told herself she looked positively ugly. What in the world did Noel see in her, she wondered? It seemed incredible that any man could find anything to admire in the colourless image that confronted her. And yet as she went up the Palace steps with Nick into the blaze of light that awaited them, he was the first to greet her, and she saw his eyes kindle at the sight of her after a fashion that made her heart contract with a sudden
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