Karl threw his self-control to the winds. With flaming face and a voice that shook with anger, he cried:
"Aren't you two afraid of me?"
Olga was afraid and she looked at him apprehensively. Millar smiled his cynical, sinister smile and answered:
"Afraid? I'm not afraid of the husband. Why should I be afraid of a moralizing, joyless bridegroom?"
Karl took a step toward him, when Herman entered the room. All three were silent and Herman looked at them in surprise.
"What is this—a conspiracy?" he asked gayly.
"Oh, no, merely a conversation," Millar said.
"Well, Karl, how are you getting along with Elsa?" Herman asked, taking the boy by the arm and walking off with him.
Olga watched them as they disappeared, going into the ballroom, Karl evidently reluctant to be taken away. Then she turned to Millar.
"What did you tell him about my cloak?"