Magda laughed a trifle bitterly.
“That would be news to the world at large!” she replied. Then cheerfully: “Now, don’t worry, Gillyflower. Remember they’ve got a doctor there. And ‘phone me presently about Coppertop. If he’s worse, I’ll come home as early as I can get away. Send the car straight back here.”
As soon as Gillian had gone, Magda flung a loose wrap over her diaphanous draperies and turned to Virginie.
“Where is Monsieur Davilof? Do you know?”
“Mais oui, mademoiselle! I saw him through the doorway as I came from ordering the car. He is in the library.”
“Alone?”
“Oui, mademoiselle!” Virginie nodded eloquently. “He smokes a cigarette—to steady the nerves, I suppose.”
Magda went swiftly out of the room. She reached the hall by way of an unfrequented passage and slipped into the library closing the door behind her.
“Antoine!”
At the sound of her voice Davilof, who had been standing by the fire, wheeled round.