"You will take it off," Karl cried, still held back by Millar. "If you do not, I'll find your husband and he shall have the pleasure."
Olga turned to him sweetly.
"Karl, will you help me off with my cloak?" she asked.
Karl almost leaped toward her, but when his hands nearly touched her cloak he drew back, afraid. Slowly he backed away from her, while she smiled.
"Dr. Millar, will you help me remove my cloak?" she asked sweetly.
Millar put out his hands as if to do so, but quickly folded them over his breast, bowed very low and smiled, cynically shaking his head.
Olga looked first at one and then the other with her tantalizing smile. The three might have been carved of stone, so still were they when Herman entered.
"Hello, Karl; I lost you when I went to find Elsa," he said. "What are you talking about?"
"I think we have been discussing cloaks," Millar said.
"Oh, I see Olga is wearing one. Isn't it rather warm for that, dear?"