Millar had gone into an anteroom leading out into the beautiful gardens. A number of the company had assembled there as he entered, and it was obvious from the instant silence which ensued that he had been the subject of their discussion. This seemed to gratify his cynical humor, and he looked the assembled men and women—society puppets—over with a cynical grin. Elsa was among them, and toward her Millar bowed as he said:
"I never knew this number of ladies could be so silent. I presume during my absence you have been discussing me kindly."
The others did not speak, but Elsa turned boldly to Millar.
"Don't flatter yourself that I am afraid of you," she said. "I would say to your face what these people only dare think. Indeed, I was just going to look for you."
"It is just as well you are here; they might discuss you and your approaching betrothal with Karl," Millar said.
"You—you know!" Elsa cried in astonishment.
The others seemed tremendously interested at the information Millar had imparted, and Elsa was embarrassed. She knew the design of her friend Olga in bringing her and Karl together, but she was not aware that it was known to any one else. Millar smiled as he replied:
"Of course; they would throw you into his arms."
While the others who overheard laughed at this sally and Elsa blushed furiously, Millar went close to her and said:
"I must speak to you alone. I will send these people away. Leave it to me."