"
At this moment the door opened, and the subject of their conversation
entered the room. He paused on the threshold, and for an instant Diana
could have sworn that as his eyes met her own a sudden light of
pleasure flashed into their blue depths, only to be immediately
replaced by his usual look of cold indifference. He glanced round the
room, apparently somewhat surprised to find Diana and his secretary its
sole occupants.
"We're all here now except our hostess," observed the latter
cheerfully, following his thought.
"So it seems. I didn't know"--looking across from Jerry to Diana in a
puzzled way--"that you two were acquainted with each other."
"We aren't--at least, we weren't," replied Jerry. "We met by chance,
like two angels that have made a bid for the same cloud."
Errington smiled faintly.
"And did you persuade your--fellow angel--to sing to you?" he asked
drily.
"No. Does she sing?"
"_Does she sing_? . . . Jerry, my young and ignorant friend, let me
introduce you to Miss Diana Quentin, the--"
"Good Lord!" broke in Jerry, his face falling. "Are you Miss
Quentin--_the_ Miss Quentin? Of course I've heard all about
you.--you're going to be the biggest star in the musical firmament--and
here have I been gassing away about my little affairs just as though
you were an ordinary mortal like myself."
Diana was beginning to laugh at the boy's nonsense when Errington cut
in quietly.
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