“You!” he exclaimed violently. “You!” And then remained silent, staring at her.
“You knew I was dancing here to-night,” she said chidingly. “Why are you so startled? We were bound to meet, weren’t we?”
“No, we were not. I proposed leaving the house the moment my solo was over.”
Magda laughed a little.
“So afraid of me, Antoine?” she mocked gently.
He made no answer, but his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched suddenly.
Magda advanced a few steps towards him and paused.
“Davilof,” she said quietly. “Will you play for me to-night?”
He looked at her, puzzled.
“Play for you?” he repeated. “But you have Mrs. Grey.”