"Oh, yes; I see the matter now in a different light."
"Then it was Olga who ran away as I entered!" Karl almost shouted, glaring at him menacingly.
"Ran away? Why should she run away?" Millar asked, pretending embarrassment.
"Don't act like a cad!" Karl cried threateningly.
"What do you mean, Karl?"
"I mean exactly what I say. Don't act like a cad. If you were a gentleman you would hide your pleasure."
Millar pretended to be shocked at the indignation of the young artist, which secretly delighted him.
"Don't talk that way, Karl," he urged. "As you seem to have penetrated my secret, I suppose I might as well—but have you made up your mind to marry Elsa?"
"Absolutely."
"And you will not change your mind—you promise?"