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I can only say that I did the best I could." "Who the devil are you, masquerading in my name?" the newcomer demanded, with emphasis. "This man is an impostor!" he added, turning to Andrea Korust. "What is he doing at your table?" Andrea leaned forward and his face was an evil thing to look upon. "Who are you?" he hissed out. The sham Mr. Von Tassen turned away for a moment and stooped down.
If I am too much alone, I am miserable, and when I am miserable I am in a very bad way indeed. I cannot then make music." Peter smiled gravely and sympathetically. "And your brother? Does he, too, share your gregarious instincts?" Korust paused for a moment before replying. His eyes were quite wide open now.
"I suppose I ought to be looking after him," she admitted, rising reluctantly to her feet. "He is a soldier just back from India a General Noseworthy, with all sorts of letters after his name. If Mademoiselle Celaire is generous, perhaps we may have a few minutes' conversation later on," she added, with a parting smile. "Say, rather, if Mademoiselle Korust is kind," De Grost replied, bowing.
Andrea Korust was bending over the piano to give some instructions to his accompanist. Peter leaned forward and his face and tone were strangely altered. "You will find General Noseworthy of the Indian Army a little inquisitive, Colonel," he remarked. The latter turned sharply round. There was meaning in those few words, without doubt!
If I am too much alone I am miserable, and when I am miserable I am in a very bad way indeed. I cannot then make music." Peter smiled gravely and sympathetically. "And your brother? Does he, too, share your gregarious instincts?" Korust paused for a moment before replying. His eyes were quite wide open now.
He was trying to remember whether he had ever heard anything of these young men. "Mademoiselle," he said, "the prospect of partaking of any meal in your company is in itself enchanting, but I do not know your friends, the Korust Brothers. Apart from their wonderful music, I do not recollect ever having heard of them before in my life. What excuse have I, then, for accepting their hospitality?
In a quiet sort of way, the series of supper parties given by Andrea Korust became the talk of London. The most famous dancer in the world broke through her unvarying rule, and night after night thrilled the distinguished little gathering. An opera singer, the "star" of the season, sang; a great genius recited; and Andrea himself gave always of his best.
If one could judge from his expression, one would certainly have said that the Baron de Grost's attempts to ingratiate himself with his host were distinctly unsuccessful. "My brother has exactly opposite instincts," he said slowly. "He finds no pleasure in society. At the sound of a woman's voice, he hides." "He is not here, then?" Peter asked, glancing around. Andrea Korust shook his head.
"Mademoiselle Korust takes tea with me," he explained. In a quiet sort of way, the series of supper parties given by Andrea Korust became the talk of London. The most famous dancer in the world broke through her unvarying rule and night after night thrilled the distinguished little gathering.
"For the rest, I will admit that I am puzzled," Peter said. "I need to think. I have the glimmerings of an idea no more." "You will act? It is an affair for us for the Double Four?" "Without a doubt an affair and a serious one," Peter assured her. "I shall act. Exactly how I cannot say until after to-morrow." "To-morrow?" she repeated. "Mademoiselle Korust takes tea with me," he explained.
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