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"A Miss Lermontof lives there. Is she, by any chance, a friend of yours?" There seemed a hint of disapproval in his voice, and Diana countered, with another question. "Why? Do you think I ought not to be friends with her?" "I? Oh, I don't think about it at all" with a little half-foreign shrug of his shoulders. "Miss Quentin's choice of friends is no concern of mine."
Diana's warm-hearted, spontaneous nature swept it aside with an almost passionate loyalty and belief in her new-found friend. Once Miss Lermontof had referred to it rather disagreeably. "So you've decided to make a friend of Miss de Gervais after all?" she said. "Yes. And I think you've misjudged her utterly," Diana warmly assured her.
Well, there would be no danger of that in the future; she had learned her lesson and would take care to profit by it. As Diana entered the somewhat dingy hall at 34 Brutton Square on her return from visiting Adrienne, the first person she encountered was Olga Lermontof.
"And and whether I trust him or not," she ended up defiantly, "at least he shall never know, never see it, if if I can't." So that it was a very sweet and repentant, if rather wan, Diana that greeted her husband when he returned from the afternoon rehearsal at the theatre. Max's keen eyes swept the white, shadowed face. "Has Miss Lermontof been here to-day?" he asked abruptly. "Yes."
Errington should be so so reserved about himself," persisted Diana. "Hasn't he ever told you anything?" "No, he has not," replied Jerry curtly. "Nor should I ever ask him to. I'm quite content to take him as I find him." "All the same, I believe Miss Lermontof knows something about him something not quite to his credit." "I swear she doesn't," burst out Jerry violently.
"I don't know what would have happened if Mr. Errington hadn't come to my rescue." Max smiled across at her. "You'd have been torn to bits and the pieces distributed amongst the audience like souvenir programmes I imagine," he replied. Then, turning towards the accompanist, he continued: "How does your hand feel now, Miss Lermontof?"
Lawrence was firmly decided that, if any effort of hers could compass it, those surroundings should continue to be No. 34 Brutton Square. Diana herself looked tired but irrepressibly happy. Now that it was all over, and success assured, she realised how intensely she had dreaded the ordeal of this first recital. Olga Lermontof, her injured hand resting in a sling, chaffed her with some amusement.
Throw your pride overboard and remember only that he loves you and has need of you. Go to him!" She ceased, and her eyes implored Diana's. No matter what may have been her shortcomings and they were many, for she was a hard, embittered woman at least, in her devotion to her brother, Olga Lermontof approached very nearly to the heroic. There was a long silence.
Then he tightened his bow and rubbed the resin along its length of hair, while Olga Lermontof looked through a little pile of music for the duet for violin and piano with which the recital was to commence. The outbreaks of clapping from in front grew more persistent, culminating in a veritable roar of welcome as Kirolski led the pianist on to the platform.
And it never dawned upon her that the fact that she had unthinkingly referred to Adrienne de Gervais as "that woman" marked a turning-point in her attitude towards her. Meanwhile Errington hailed a taxi and directed the chauffeur to drive him to 24 Brutton Square, where he asked to see Miss Lermontof. He was shown into the big and rather gloomy-looking public drawing-room, of which none of Mrs.
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