Ah! A voice beside her, Nick's arm through hers! She raised her face.
The phantom had fled.
"After that serenade, I move that we take our departure," said Nick. "The youngster has a decent voice, so far as my poor judgment goes. Are you ready?"
Yes, she was ready. She longed to be gone, to get away from the careless, chattering crowd, to work out her problem in solitude and silence.
With scarcely a word she went with him, and they made their farewells together.
At the last moment Noel, his eyes very bright and coaxingly friendly, caught her hand and boldly held it.
"Did you catch it?" he asked.
She looked at him uncomprehendingly. "Catch what?"
He laughed. The pressure of his fingers was intimately close. "That glimpse I promised you," he said.
"Ah!" Understanding dawned in Olga's eyes, and in the same instant she removed her hand. "No, I'm afraid I didn't. I was thinking of something else. Good-bye!"
"Oh, I say!" protested Noel, actually crest-fallen for once.