"You mustn't go now." She was vaguely conscious that Adrienne was
speaking to her. "Max, here is Miss Quentin, whom you gallantly
rescued from Culver Point."
The actress was dimpling and smiling, a spice of mischief in her soft
blue eyes. She and Mrs. Adams had not omitted to chaff Errington about
his involuntary knight-errantry, and the former had even laughingly
declared it her firm belief that his journey to town the next day
partook more of the nature of flight than anything else. To all of
which Errington had submitted composedly, declining to add anything
further to his bare statement of the incident of Culver Point--mention
of which had been entailed by his unexpected absence from Red Gables
that evening.
He gave a scarcely perceptible start of surprise as his eyes fell upon
Diana, but he betrayed no pleasure at seeing her again. His face
showed nothing beyond the polite, impersonal interest which any
stranger might exhibit.
"I have just missed the pleasure of hearing you sing, I'm afraid," he
said, shaking hands. "Have you been back in town long, Miss Quentin?"
"No, only a few days," she answered. "I had my first lesson with
Signor Baroni the other day, and it was then that I met Miss de
Gervais."
"At Baroni's?" Diana intercepted a swift glance pass between him and
Adrienne.
"Yes," said the latter quickly. "I went to rehearse my song in 'The
Grey Gown' with him.
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