And to Drexel’s consternation she calmly swept through the study door into the arms of the two men.
CHAPTER XIII
BETWEEN THREE FIRES
AT SIGHT of her, Captain Nadson fell back and stared.
“Prince Berloff!” he ejaculated.
But Berloff, surprised at her appearance, did not heed him. “Why, Olga,” he said, “I thought you were indisposed, and lying down.”
Sonya, cool, haughty, ignored the captain as a thing below her notice. “So I was,” she replied; “but I felt a little better and a few minutes ago I wandered in there to look at your genealogical library. Here’s a volume that I find has some new things about the Valenkos in the time of Ivan the Terrible.”
“Don’t you think it would be well for you to eat something?” inquired the prince.
“Perhaps I shall,” she said languidly.
“Boris will get you anything you wish. You will excuse us. Come, captain.”
He started toward the door. Sonya was putting out her hand, but it was Nadson who stopped him.