"I--_Dieu_! No! She will kill herself next. I have no influence.
She does exactly as she pleases. Advice merely decides her to do the
opposite thing."

"It's too bad. She's quite human."

"Oh."

The Countess Olga examined him through her long lashes.

"Are you alone here?"

"Yes. I'm camping."

"Ugh," she shuddered. "You had better come to 'Wake-Robin'."

"No."

She stamped her small foot.

"Oh, I've no patience with you."

"Besides, I haven't been asked," he added.

The others were not approaching and Markham straightened as Hermia came
toward him.

"Olga, dear, we must be going. It's too bad to have spoiled your
morning, Mr. Markham."