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As she rounded the last bend in the staircase, she saw that a man was standing with bent head at the foot of the stairs, apparently waiting for someone, and she threw a quick, nervous glance in the direction of the motionless figure, thinking it might be Davilof himself. It would be like his eager impatience to await her coming there.
It was as though she were listening to an echo of Quarrington's own words. "And you sacrificed yourself," continued Davilof. "Sacrificed your pride crushed it down for the sake of Mrs. Grey and little Coppertop. Mademoiselle" he bowed gravely "I kiss your hands. And see, I too, I can be generous. I release you from your promise. I do not claim that dance."
The quiet grey eyes revealed nothing. "I was privileged to be some little use," he replied lightly. "I hardly gathered you regarded it as a privilege," observed her ladyship drily. The shaft went home. A fleeting light gleamed for a moment in the grey eyes. Davilof was standing a few paces away, being helped into his coat by a man-servant, and Quarrington spoke low and quickly.
"We shall have to postpone the practice as I'm so late, Davilof," she said. "I had a smash-up in the fog. My car ran into a bus " "And you are hurt?" Davilof broke in sharply, his voice edged with fear. "No, no. I was stunned for a minute and then afterwards I fainted, but I'm quite intact otherwise." "You are sure sure?" "Quite."
The announcement startled everybody, I can tell you! And Davilof promptly decided that a motoring trip would benefit his health and shot off to Devonshire at top speed. Of course he wanted to impart the news to Magda. He must have felt a pretty fool since!" And Lady Arabella gave one of her enjoyable chuckles. "Yes. Antoine came down to see us," replied Gillian in puzzled tones.
It was as though the band of ice which seemed to have clasped itself about her heart when she heard of Michael's marriage had frozen her capacity for feeling anything at all. "I thought once" Davilof was speaking again "I thought once that you had said 'no' to me because of Quarrington. But now I know you never cared for him " "How do you know?"
She sat down by the fire and held out her hands to its warmth. The slender fingers seemed almost transparent, glowing rosily in the firelight. Davilof turned to go. "Good-bye, then," he said curtly. "Good-bye." Magda nodded indifferently. Then, carelessly: "I shall want you to-morrow, Davilof same time." He swung round. "I will never play for you again. Did you imagine I should?"
Davilof had all the charm of his nationality, and June capitulated, retreating to make the necessary arrangements. "I don't fancy Dan Storran will at all approve of the alteration from his usual customs which you've engineered," observed Magda when they were again alone. "Dan Storran?" Davilof's glance flashed over her face, searching, questioning. "The owner of the place.
That revealing moment by the river's edge with Magda, the swift, unreasoning jealousy of Davilof which had run like fire through his veins jealousy because the other man was so evidently an old acquaintance with prior rights in her which seemed to set him, Dan Storran, quite outside the circle of their intimacy had startled him into recognition of how far he had drifted.
"Oh, you're mad, you're mad!" she cried. "Let me go, Davilof! At once!" "No," he said in a measured voice. "Don't struggle. I'm not going to let you go. Not yet. I've reached my limit. You shall go when you promise to marry me. Me, not Quarrington." She had not been frightened by the storm of passion which had carried him headlong. That had merely roused her to anger.
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