The door swung back and she entered. With her careless Southern grace she sauntered in upon them.
"Good Heavens!" she said, breaking off in the middle of her song. "Is it a party of mutes?"
Olga hastily and with evident constraint introduced the visitor, at sound of whose name Violet opened her beautiful eyes to their widest extent.
"How do you do? I had no idea a lion was expected. Why wasn't I told?"
"He is not one of the roaring kind," said Max.
Violet was looking with frank curiosity into Sir Kersley's face. "I'm sure I've met you somewhere," she said. "I wonder where."
He smiled slightly—a smile which to Olga's watching eyes was infinitely sad.
"I don't think you have," he said. "You may have seen my portrait."
"Ah, that's it!" She regarded him with a new interest. "I have! I believe I've got it somewhere."
"Do you collect the portraits of celebrities?" asked Max.