"Oh, did you?"
"I hope you are enjoying the dancing."
"I hate dancing, but I shall dance every dance to-night," Elsa cried passionately.
She looked angrily at Olga, who arose and moved toward her. Karl stepped between them, giving his arm to Elsa. The two walked together, leaving Olga looking helplessly into the smiling face of Millar.
Olga looked angrily at the stormy little Elsa as she floundered from the room into the ballroom, followed by the enraged Karl. Millar smiled more cynically than ever as he saw the play of emotion on Olga's face. His ruse had worked admirably. He had at least beaten down Olga's will, but he had yet to make certain of Karl.
"How dared she speak like that?" Olga demanded, turning to her cynic Millar. "Karl must love her."
"Let us not reach conclusions so hastily," Millar said. "First let me tell you how Karl answered me this afternoon."
"When you made the wager?" Olga asked quickly.
"Yes; when I promised to make you fall in love with me."
"What did he say?"