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The voice, wrung and urgent, was Antoine Davilof's. Her first impulse was to hurry forward and put the dressing-room door betwixt herself and him. She had not seen him since that night when he had come down to the theatre and implored her to be his wife, warning her that he would prevent her marriage with Michael.
It had been the one gleam of light through all those dark months which had followed his abrupt departure; and the intolerable pain of the hours that had succeeded Davilof's announcement of his marriage to the Spanish woman had taught her how much Michael meant to her. She was beginning to appreciate, too, the tangle of convictions and emotions which had driven him from her side.
He's been teaching me to ride," she added inconsequently. "Who is he?" with swift jealousy. "The little fair-haired lady's brother?" "No, her husband. I said Mrs. Storran." Davilof's interest waned suddenly. "Did you?" indifferently. "I didn't notice. She's a pretty little person." Magda agreed absently.
"How did you learn I was here?" she asked. "From Melrose." Magda's eyes darkened sombrely. "Do you mean you bribed him?" she asked quickly. "Oh, but surely not!" in dismayed tones. "Melrose would go to the stake sooner than accept a bribe!" Davilof's mouth twisted in a rueful smile. "I'm sure he would! I tried him, but he wouldn't look at a bribe of any sort. So I had to resort to strategy.
Her face was transfigured. Michael trusted her now! Nothing could really hurt her while he believed in her. She could afford to laugh at Antoine's threat. "And now," she said quietly, "will you please release me?" Slowly, reluctantly Davilof's hands dropped from her arms, revealing red weals where the grip of his fingers had crushed the soft, white flesh.
He thought he could make a pretty accurate guess at the state of Davilof's feelings, and was ironically conscious of a sense of fellowship with him. Lady Arabella's sharp voice cut across his reflections. "I don't care for this next thing," she said, flicking at her programme. "Mrs. Grey and I are going round to see Magda. Will you come with us?"
"I think" Davilof spoke with slow intensity "I think she's a soulless piece of devil's mechanism." And turning abruptly, he swung out of the box, slamming the door behind him. Quarrington frowned. With his keen perceptions it was not difficult for him to divine what lay at the back of Davilof's bitter criticism. The man was in love hopelessly in love with the Wielitzska.
And supposing I reply by saying I refuse?" "But you won't," dared Magda. Davilof's eyes held something of cruelty in their hazel depths as he answered quietly: "On the contrary I do refuse." Her hand went up to her throat. It was going to be more difficult than she had anticipated! "There is no one else who can play for me as you do," she suggested. "No," fiercely.
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