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Updated: June 4, 2025
You are so changed since last night." "We're told that 'night unto night showeth knowledge," retorted Diana bitterly. "Perhaps my knowledge has increased since last night." She watched the puzzled expression deepen on Olga's face. Then she added: "So I can afford to wait a little longer to see Max." Again Miss Lermontof hesitated.
He is" with a little effort "very delightful." Miss Lermontof got up to go. "You have a saying in England: All is not gold that glitters. It is very good sense," she observed. "Do you mean" Diana's eyes were suddenly apprehensive "do you mean that he has done anything wrong dishonourable?"
I used to tell myself that it was only on account of the play. I tried to believe it, because because I loved you so. But" with a bitter little smile "I don't think I ever really believed it I only cheated myself. . . . There's something else, too the shadow. Baroni knows what it is and Olga Lermontof. Only I your wife I know nothing."
Olga Lermontof had finished the prelude, and, finding that Diana had failed to come in, composedly recommenced it. Diana was dimly conscious of the repetition, and then the mist gradually cleared away from before her eyes, and this time, when the accompanist played the bar of her entry, the habit of long practice prevailed and she took up the voice part with accurate precision.
Olga Lermontof was already there, and Diana greeted her rather nervously. She felt horribly uncertain what attitude Miss Lermontof might be expected to adopt in the circumstances. But she need have had no anxiety on that score. Olga seemed to be just her usual self grave and self-contained, her thin, dark-browed face wearing its habitual half-mocking expression.
At this point the literary tastes of the family appear to have died out, for the succeeding literature is represented exclusively by Kryloff's Fables, a farmer's manual, a handbook of family medicine, and a series of calendars. There are, however, some signs of a revival, for on the lowest shelf stand recent editions of Pushkin, Lermontof, and Gogol, and a few works by living authors.
But the restless, irritable longing to know, to have his incomprehensible behaviour explained, kept him ever in her mind. Only once or twice had his name been mentioned between Olga Lermontof and herself, and on each occasion the former had repeated her caution, admonishing Diana to have nothing to do with him. It almost seemed as though she had some personal feeling of dislike towards him.
Romantic poetry acquired the protection of the Government and the patronage of the Court, and the names of Zhukofski, Pushkin, and Lermontof the three chief representatives of the Russian Romantic school became household words in all ranks of the educated classes.
"She has private means, I believe," returned Miss Lermontof. "But, of course, she gets an enormous salary." She was drinking her tea appreciatively, and a little colour had crept into her cheeks, although the shadows still lay heavily beneath her light-green eyes.
While she was still chatting to Diana, a slender man with bright hair tossed back over a finely shaped head came into the artistes' room, carrying in his hand a violin-case which he deposited on the table with as much care as though it were a baby. He shook hands with Olga Lermontof, and then Baroni swept him into his net. "Kirolski, let me present you to Miss Quentin.
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