“No, we will have it here,” Ajax Audenshaw replied. “I find it easier to talk with the table beneath my elbows.”
“The chairs are more comfortable on the verandah,” Dolores pouted.
Audenshaw ignored her, continuing his conversation with Lord Yelverton and telling him so many interesting things that they forgot that Dolores was present until she rose and flounced away, furious at being ignored.
Finally, as the sun was sinking in a blaze of glory, they went out onto the verandah.
Dolores was swinging backwards and forwards on a native swing made of bamboo and obviously sulking.
Ajax Audenshaw walked across to her, pulled her into his arms, kissed her roughly and passionately and then pushed her onto the swing again.
“I am cross with you!” she moaned.
“I know,” he replied, “but you must
