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He knew that it was Olga Tcherny, but he had not dared to look at her, though he was quite sure that her head was perched on one side in the birdlike pose she found effective, and that her eyes, mocking and mischievous, were searching him intently. But he went on extravagantly, searching his wits for Barnum-like adjectives.
We will resume after dinner. That is," she added, "if Olga will spare you for a few moments." "Olga Madame Tcherny won't mind in the least," he laughed. "If you can make me anybody but myself, she will thank you from the bottom of her heart. Madame Tcherny is already at the point of giving me up as a hopeless case." "In what respect?" "Oh, in all respects.
He looked her straight in the eyes. "Monsieur de Folligny is with Olga Tcherny her in New York." The plume on her hat nodded back, and her eyes widely opened gave him a momentary glimpse of her terror. "De Folligny is here with Olga!" "Yes. I've just learned it to-day." She moved her slender shoulders upward in the gesture she had learned from Olga Tcherny.
You see the Ancient Order of Vagabonds never used purses unless they were other people's." He stopped with a laugh and glanced down the road toward the scene of Hermia's accident. "All of which is interesting," he said with a practical air, "but doesn't exactly solve the problem of how we're to get you to Trouville in time for dinner with the Countess Tcherny."
It meant the world to which Markham had returned after his glimpse of Elysium, a world not too kind, already laughing perhaps at his secret and Hermia's. His problem still puzzled him. He had had no word from Olga Tcherny, though he had sought her in Alenon and Trouville. She had gone to Paris, he had been informed, but he had not been able to find her there in her usual haunts.
"Olga says that Hermia disappeared from Paris for over a week and no one knew where she was. Trevvy was crazy with anxiety. But she came back one night in an old gray coat and hat with a bundle the shabbiest thing imaginable, looking like a tramp. Trevvy was in the hotel and saw her. But they patched things up somehow." "Did Madame Tcherny learn where she had been?" "Oh, no," she laughed.
His fingers tightened on his stick, and an angry tide warmed his face and temples. Had he met them, there upon the Avenue at that moment, all his promises to Mrs. Hammond must have been forgotten and he would have made short work of that unspeakable gentleman. Of Olga Tcherny he thought with hardly less rancor. At one time a year ago now Olga had loomed large upon his horizon.
She was sacred to me and is now. You must understand that." His hostess's expression, which had grown grave during this recital, relaxed a little. "I think I understand, Mr. Markham. I am keenly interested. Where does Olga Tcherny come in?" Her question bothered him. He thought for a moment, and then went on, deliberately postponing a reply. "Our relations were clearly established from the first.
Olga Tcherny, after an afternoon alone in her room, came downstairs at the last extremity of fatigue. "I can't stand it another hour, Hermia. I'm off in the morning." "Off? Where?" asked Hermia. "Oh, I don't know. Anywhere. New York first and then " "Normandy?" queried Hermia impertinently. Olga only smiled.
I only know that Olga Tcherny wrote the play. As to her motives in doing so I am at a loss. But if I thought she used my house, violated my hospitality at the expense of one of my guests, to serve some private end, I would " The good lady grew red in the face, and then, controlling herself after a moment, "I would find some means of getting her the punishment she deserved.
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