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If I were the greatest musician in Europe, instead of being merely Antoine Davilof, it could only be a source of pride to be asked to accompany the Wielitzska." Lady Arabella paused on the pavement, her foot on the step of the limousine. "Then how is it that Mrs. Grey accompanies her now? She was playing for her at the Duchess of Lichbrooke's the other evening. "Magda didn't tell you, then?"
If not, I don't dance." Being a star of the first magnitude, the Wielitzska could dictate her own terms, and accordingly a bathroom she had.
A solo from Antoine Davilof, Lady Arabella's pet lion-cub of the moment; a song from the leading operatic tenor; and afterwards a single dance by the Wielitzska who could never be persuaded to perform at any other private houses than those of her godmother and the Duchess of Lichbrooke the former's half sister.
Just because you are the Wielitzska, I suppose?" She stared at him in blank astonishment. "You knew you knew who I was all the time?" she gasped. "Certainly I knew." "Then then " "Then why wasn't I suitably impressed?" he suggested drily. She sprang to her feet. "Oh! you are intolerable!" she exclaimed hotly. "You know I didn't mean that!" He regarded her quite placidly. "You did.
The words sprang consolingly to her lips, but before she could give them utterance Melrose opened the door and announced that Lady Raynham was in the library. Would Mademoiselle Wielitzska see her? The old man's face wore a look of concern. They had heard all about the disappearance of Lady Raynham's son in the servants' hall the evening papers had had it.
"I do if he spends his time sketching 'the Wielitzska' in half a dozen different poses instead of making plans for a garden city." Magda smiled involuntarily. "Does he do that?" she said. "But how ridiculous of him!" "It's merely indicative of his state of mind," returned Gillian. She gazed meditatively into the fire.
So it followed that Catherine was ever at hand to criticise and condemn. She disapproved of her brother's marriage wholly and consistently. In her eyes, he had committed an unpardonable sin in allying himself with Diane Wielitzska.
Magda could imagine no reason for the antagonism which she sensed in the steady scrutiny of those light-blue eyes. As far as she was concerned, the Mother Superior was an entire stranger, without incentive either to like or dislike her. But to the woman who, while she had been in the world, had been known as Catherine Vallincourt, the name of Magda Wielitzska was as familiar as her own.
So they let her go, with one final round of cheers and clapping, and then, as the curtains fell together once more and the orchestra slid unobtrusively into the entr'acte music, a buzz of conversation arose. Michael Quarrington turned and spoke to Davilof as they stood together. "This will be my last memory of England for some time to come. Mademoiselle Wielitzska is very wonderful.
The question sprang from her lips before she was aware. "How do I know?" Davilof laughed harshly. "Why, because the man who was loved by Magda Wielitzska wouldn't marry any other woman. There would be no other woman in the world for him. . . . There's no other woman in the world for me." His control was rapidly deserting him. "Magda, I can't live without you!
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