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She was very silent as she and Olga Lermontof drove home together from the Embassy, but just at the last, when the limousine stopped at Baroni's house, she leaned closer to Olga in the semi-darkness, and whispered a little breathlessly: "I'm going back to him, Olga."
The year had brought both pleasure and pain as most years do pleasure in the friends she had gathered round her, Adrienne and Jerry and Bunty even with Olga Lermontof an odd, rather one-sided friendship had sprung up, born of the circumstances which had knit their paths together pain in the soreness which still lingered from the hurt that Errington had dealt her.
"How far on are they?" asked Diana, picking up the programme and running her eye down it. "Your songs are the next item but one," replied Miss Lermontof.
"Is there, madam? Then I'm glad it's a fine day. It's a good omen." Diana smiled at her. "Yes," she repeated contentedly. "It's a good omen." Milling paused on her way out of the room. "If you please, madam, Signor Baroni would like to know at what time you will be ready to rehearse your songs for to-night, so that he can telephone through to Miss Lermontof?" To rehearse!
She still retained her dislike of the accompanist and was preparing to pass by with a casual remark upon the coldness of the weather, when something in the Russian's pale, fatigued face arrested her. "How frightfully tired you look!" she exclaimed, pausing on the staircase as the two made their way up together. "I am, rather," returned Miss Lermontof indifferently.
They found Adrienne's rooms fairly full, but not in the least overcrowded. The big double doors between the two drawing-rooms had been thrown open, and the tide of people flowed back and forth from one room to the other. A small platform had been erected at one end, and as Diana and Miss Lermontof entered, a French diseuse was just ascending it preparatory to reciting in her native tongue.
Olga Lermontof is always hinting that there is." "Look here, Diana," said Jerry, getting rather red. "Don't let's talk about Errington. You know we always get shirty with each other when we do. I'm not going to pry into his private concerns and as for Miss Lermontof, she's the type of woman who simply revels in making mischief." "But it is funny Mr.
But when the day actually arrived her nervousness completely vanished, and she drove down to the hall composedly as though she were about to appear at her fiftieth concert rather than at her first. Olga Lermontof regarded her with some anxiety.
Olga Lermontof let her long, lithe figure down into one of the easy-chairs with a sigh of satisfaction, while Diana set the kettle on the fire to boil, and produced from the depths of a cupboard a canister of tea and a tin of attractive-looking biscuits. "I often make my own tea up here," she observed. "I detest having it in that great barrack of a dining-room downstairs.
"So you approve of me for once?" he queried, with a rather twisted little smile. Olga remained silent for a moment, her eyes searching his face. Then she said very deliberately: "I am glad you were able to play for Miss Quentin." "But you won't commit yourself so far as to say that I have your approval even once?" Miss Lermontof leaned forward impetuously.
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