"That is it exactly," Millar said. "We should not take it so seriously."
Olga looked thoughtfully away from him and said to herself softly:
"He wept."
"From joy," Millar repeated after her, in the same soft voice.
"I am afraid to speak to him, and yet I must," Olga cried, starting up. "I would like to go far, far away, but I cannot. Something seems to hold me here. I cannot, cannot go. What will become of me?"
"You will be very happy and will make Karl very happy," Millar said.
Heinrich entered and took the tea-things.
"Mr. Karl will be down in a moment," he said.
Olga clasped her hands tragically and turned an imploring face on Millar, who started for the studio door.
"Good-by," he said. "I will leave you to speak to Karl alone."