"You must feel satisfied now that you have achieved your object," she
told her.
The Russian, idly improvising on the piano, dropped her hands from the
keys, and her eyes held a queer kind of pain in them as she made answer.
"And what exactly did you think my object was?" she queried.
"Surely it was obvious?" replied Diana lightly. "When Max and I were
together, you never ceased to sow discord between us--though why you
hated him so, I cannot tell--and now that we have separated, I suppose
you are content."
"Content?" Olga laughed shortly. "I never wanted you to separate.
And"--she hesitated--"I never hated Max Errington."
"I don't believe it!" The assertion leaped involuntarily from Diana's
lips.
"I can understand that," Olga spoke with a curious kind of patience.
"But, believe it or not as you will, I was working for quite other
ends. And I've failed," she added dispiritedly.
With the opening of the autumn season and the ensuing rebirth of
musical and theatrical life, London received an unexpected shock. It
was announced that Adrienne de Gervais was retiring from her position
as leading lady at the Premier Theatre, and for a few days after the
launching of this thunderbolt the theatre-going world hummed with the
startling news, while a dozen rumours were set on foot to account for
what must surely prove little less than a disaster to the management of
the Premier.
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