"Why are you wearing that cloak in the house?"
"Madam Hofmann may be cold," Millar suggested quietly.
"Yes, yes; I am cold," Olga said hurriedly, drawing the cloak around her more closely.
"You are fortunate to have such a beautiful cloak," Millar said, determined now to keep them at the main point of his game.
"Suppose we do not talk about the cloak," Olga said. "You and Elsa seemed to get on nicely to-night, Karl."
"Yes," he replied absently.
"Really, it was charming to watch such devoted young people," Millar said.
Karl flashed a look of hatred at him and turned again to Olga.
"That cloak is lined with fur, isn't it?"
Before she could reply Millar had interrupted in his silken, insinuating voice: