CHAPTER XXXIV

WHICH IS A CHAPTER OF CONTRASTS “You’re right both times, Keith. I’m Olive and I’m still Lemay,” said she in her soft, husky voice. “But you’re not so wild with joy as I could wish. Aren’t you even going to ask me in?” “Why yes—yes surely . . . but you were a bit sudden, unexpected as usual and . . . have some tea.” “I’m just dying for a cup!” she answered crossing the wide room with graceful, gliding, close-kneed walk. “But won’t you please introduce me to your li’l lady friend?” “Of course,” said Dallas, ringing …