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It was not the Olga Tcherny that people knew best the gay, satirical mondaine, who exacted from a world which had denied her happiness her pound of flesh and called it pleasure.
He stood aside bowing as Hermia emerged from the shadows and Olga Tcherny presented him.
Aren't you a little ashamed of yourself?" "No, I think not," he said slowly. "You know Madame Tcherny is a very old friend of mine." "So she is of mine. She's a perfectly adorable chaperon but then there are limits even to the indiscretions of a chaperon." "Do you think it quite fair to Olga " he began. She leaned back in her chair and smiled at him mischievously.
The current that usually flowed between them was absent now, so Hermia let her go; for Olga Tcherny, when in this mood, wore an armor which Hermia, clever as she thought herself, had never been able to penetrate.
Olga Tcherny had hunted in all the covers of sportive Europe with an appetite which always ended with the chase. Markham had not been marked as game. He was simply a delicious accident and she had accepted him as such, grateful for the new appetite which was as healthy as it was unusual. But it was very natural that his indifference should pique her vanity. Markham did not care for women.
I am sure that if you disappoint us Madame Tcherny, who is already tired of us all, will perish of ennui. Very cordially yours, Hermia Challoner Markham read the note through and turned toward the cabin for pen and paper. "Will you moor the launch and come ashore?" "Oh, no, sir," said the man, tinkering with the engine, "I'll wait for you here. Miss Challoner said that I was to wait."
He was no more serious than thousands of other young men who plan their lives early and live them up to specifications; but Olga Tcherny, who had flitted a zig-zag butterfly course among the exotics, now found in the meadows she had scorned a shrub quite to her liking. Markham was the most refreshingly original person she had ever met.
He worked a while and then sat and smoked again, his thoughts afar. What sort of an influence was Olga Tcherny for the mind of this impressionable child? The Countess was clever, generous and wonderfully attractive to men and to women but, as Markham knew, her views of life were liberal and she was not wise at least, not with a wisdom which would help Hermia Challoner.
"Oh, yes, or was and Trevvy followed her there. She's home now came yesterday of course, with Trevvy at her heels. Oh! he'll keep her in order, no fear about that. It's about time that Hermia settled down. She's quite the wildest thing perfectly properly, you know, Olga Tcherny says " "Olga is home, too?" he interrupted, steadying himself. She nodded quickly and went on.
"Olga! I saw her. She's out there." It was Philidor's turn to be perturbed. "Olga Tcherny! You must be mistaken." "I'm not. I wish I was. I saw her plainly and the Renauds, Madeleine de Cahors and Chandler Cushing. O Philidor, they mustn't see me here!" She seized his arm and looked up into his eyes appealingly. His brows drew downward and he glanced toward the entrance.
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