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"You're not likely to enjoy a holiday in Devonshire." June, innocently unaware of any double entente in Magda's speech, glanced across at her in astonishment. "Oh, but why not, Miss Vallincourt? Devon is a lovely county; most people like it so much. But perhaps you don't care for the country, Mr. Mr. Davilof?" She stumbled a little over the foreign name.
Davilof gave her his arm down the steps. "What do you mean, miladi?" he asked. "There is no more beautiful dancing in the world." "Then why have you jacked up your job of accompanist? Shoes beginning to pinch a little, eh?" shrewdly. "You mean I grow too big for my boots? No, madame.
She was alone now, face to face with the news which Davilof had brought her the news of Michael's marriage.
A fresh difficulty had occurred to her; Davilof might chance to give away to the Storrans the secret of her identity. "Oh, by the way," she said hurriedly. "They don't know me here as Magda Wielitzska. I'm plain Miss Vallincourt to them enjoying the privileges of being a nobody! You'll be sure to remember, won't you?"
"Oh, Fairy Lady, you are so booful so booful!" he whispered in a smothered voice. Then, with a big sigh: "But one little boy won't be greedy." He turned to his mother. "Come along, mummie!" he commanded superbly. And trotted out of the room beside her with his small head well up. Left alone, Davilof and Magda smiled across at one another. "Funny little person, isn't he?" she said.
And if she promised to dance with Davilof she must let him hold her in his arms, risk that dangerous proximity which, she knew now, would set the man's wild pulses racing unsteadily and probably serve as the preliminary to another tempestuous scene. "Well?" Davilof broke in upon her self-communings. "Have I asked too high a price?" Time was flying. She must decide, and decide quickly.
It was a relief when at last he got up and moved off, excusing himself on the plea that he had some work he must attend to. As he shook hands with Davilof the eyes of the two men met, hard as steel and as hostile. Storran's departure was the signal for the breaking-up of the party.
"I am a fool!" she said, dabbing at her eyes with a moist, screwed-up ball of something that had once been a cambric handkerchief. "But I've quite recovered now really. Come and tell me about everything. Did Davilof play for you all right? And did you enjoy the dance afterwards? And, oh, I forgot! There's a letter for you on the mantelpiece.
"Put it on." Hardly conscious of what was happening, Gillian allowed herself to be helped into the coat. Suddenly recollection returned. "But your dance your dance, Magda? You've forgotten!" Magda shook her head. "No. It will be all right," she said soothingly. "Don't worry, Gillyflower. You've forgotten that Davilof is playing here to-night." "Antoine?" Gillian stared at her incredulously.
Davilof could hear the note of proud resentment in her voice, and he realised to the full that, in view of all that had passed between them in the Mirror Room, it must have been a difficult matter for a woman of Magda's temperament to bring herself to ask his help. But he had no intention of sparing her.
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