"You seem sad. Are you worried?"
"No."
"Then what has happened?" Karl asked.
He walked toward her, and as he did so Millar emerged from his place of concealment. Karl looked at him.
"Ah, now I understand," he said.
"Surely you do not mean to suspect that I am the cause of Miss Elsa's unhappiness," he said blandly.
Karl ignored him and turned to Elsa, looking at her in frank admiration.
"You are very pretty to-night," he said, going close to her. "It is because you are yourself—a sweet, pure, natural girl. I like you better this way, Elsa. I could take you in my arms and hug you."
"Oh, Karl!" Elsa exclaimed, blushing and hiding her face.
Millar's cynical smile overspread his face, and he turned away, well satisfied with the progress he was making.