But it was fortunate you were at the concert to-day, and able to take
my place."
"So you approve of me--for once?" he queried, with a rather twisted
little smile.
Olga remained silent for a moment, her eyes searching his face. Then
she said very deliberately:--
"I am glad you were able to play for Miss Quentin."
"But you won't commit yourself so far as to say that I have your
approval--even once?"
Miss Lermontof leaned forward impetuously.
"How can I?" she said, in hurried tones, "It's all wrong--oh! you know
that it's all wrong."
Errington shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm afraid we can never see eye to eye," he answered. "Let us, then,
be philosophical over the matter and agree to differ."
Olga's green eyes flamed with sudden anger, but she abstained from
making any reply, turning away from him abruptly.
Diana, whose attention had been claimed by the Rector, had not caught
the quickly spoken sentences which had passed between the two, but she
was puzzled over the oddly yearning look she had surprised in Olga's
eyes. There had been a tenderness, a species of wistful longing in her
gaze, as she had turned towards Max Errington, which tallied ill with
the bitter incisiveness of the remarks she let fall at times concerning
him.
"Well, my dear"--the Rector's voice recalled Diana's wandering
thoughts--"Joan and I must be getting back to our hotel, if we are to
be dressed in time for the dinner Miss de Gervais is giving in your
honour to-night.
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