"Black and white angels—quite symbolical," she observed, with a short laugh.
She was dressed entirely in black, and her sable figure made a startling foil to Diana's slender whiteness.
"Nervous?" she asked laconically, noticing the restless tapping of the other's foot.
"I believe I am," replied Diana, smiling a little.
"You needn't be."
"I should be terrified if anyone else were accompanying me. But, somehow, I think you always give me confidence when I'm singing."
"Probably because I'm always firmly convinced of your ultimate success."
"No, no. It isn't that. It's because you're the most perfect accompanist any one could have."
Miss Lermontof swept her a mocking curtsey.
"Mille remercîments!" Then she laughed rather oddly. "I believe you still have no conception of the glory of your voice, you queer child."