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I've told you I can neither eat nor sleep. I burn for you! If you refuse to give yourself to me, you destroy me!" Swept by an emotion stronger than himself, his acquired Englishisms went by the board. He was all Pole in the picturesque ardour of his speech. Magda regarded him calmly. "My dear Davilof," she said quietly. "What weight do you suppose such an argument would have with me?"
"It's not never three o'clock!" wailed Coppertop disconsolately, as Davilof dangled his watch in front of him. "I think it is, small son," interpolated Gillian, gathering together her sewing materials. "Come along. We must leave the Fairy Lady to practise now, because she's got to dance to half the people in London to-morrow."
But he had bowed and left her as soon as the musician joined them, so that there was no escape to be hoped for that way. Davilof was watching her curiously. "I believe," he said, "that you're afraid to dance with me!" On an impulse she answered him with perfect candour. "I believe I am." "Then why did you promise? You did promise, you know." "I know. I promised.
He looked after me very well, I assure you." Davilof released her hand abruptly. His face darkened. "And this man? Who was he?" he demanded jealously. "I hate to think of any man a stranger touching you." "Nonsense! Would you have preferred me to remain lying in the middle of the road?" "You know I would not. But I'd rather some woman had looked after you. Do you know who the man was?"
"I reserve them for the young people I know of that age." She laughed delightedly. Then, turning to Davilof, she drew him into the conversation and the talk became general. Later, as they were all three standing in the hall preparatory to departure, she flashed another of her sudden remarks at Quarrington. "I understand you came to my god-daughter's rescue in that bad fog last week?"
Magda uttered a soft, half-amused exclamation of impatience and switched on the lights. "All in the dark, Davilof?" she asked in a practical tone of voice calculated to disintegrate any possible fabric of romance woven of firelight and fifths.
June returned to the house, while Gillian allowed herself to be carried off by Coppertop to visit the calves, which were a never-failing source of interest to him. Left alone, an awkward pause ensued between Davilof and Magda, backwash of the obvious clash of antagonism between the two men. "So!" commented Davilof, at last.
As is often the case with people born and bred in the country, it never occurred to the Storrans to have the family meals out-of-doors, and June felt considerable misgiving as to whether Dan would appreciate the innovation. "Ah, please, madame!" pleaded Davilof persuasively. "Let us have it here under this tree. Why, the tree grows here expressly for the purpose!"
As they entered, Antoine Davilof broke away from a little group of men with whom he had been conversing and came to Magda's side. "The next dance is just beginning," he said. "Are you engaged? Or may I have it?" "No, I'm not engaged," she answered. She spoke flurriedly. She was dreading this dance with Antoine.
However, he recovered himself almost immediately, and when, a moment later, June reappeared, laden with the paraphernalia for tea, he rushed forward with his usual charming manners to assist her. Presently Gillian joined them, exclaiming with surprise as she perceived who was the visitor. "Why, this is like a bit of London appearing in our very midst," she declared, shaking hands with Davilof.
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