"But, Olga,—"
Without turning her head she disappeared in the crowd.
CHAPTER XX
THE EMPTY HOUSE
Markham stood for a moment watching the white plume of Olga Tcherny's huge straw hat until it nodded its way out of sight. Then he turned back just in time to note a disturbance of the canvas barrier, from under which, her slouch hat pushed down over her ears, her gray coat hiding her finery, Hermia breathlessly emerged.
"I've never had such a fright since I was born," she laughed nervously.
"She won't come back?"
"I think not."
He helped her to her feet. "It's lucky you weren't in the roulotte."
"Not luck—forethought. I knew she'd never be content until she'd seen the inside of that wagon. She expected to find me there."
"You! She saw you—outside?"