"Oh, it is much better. I shall be able to play again in a few days. But it was fortunate you were at the concert to-day, and able to take my place."
"So you approve of me—for once?" he queried, with a rather twisted little smile.
Olga remained silent for a moment, her eyes searching his face. Then she said very deliberately:—
"I am glad you were able to play for Miss Quentin."
"But you won't commit yourself so far as to say that I have your approval—even once?"
Miss Lermontof leaned forward impetuously.
"How can I?" she said, in hurried tones, "It's all wrong—oh! you know that it's all wrong."
Errington shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm afraid we can never see eye to eye," he answered. "Let us, then, be philosophical over the matter and agree to differ."
Olga's green eyes flamed with sudden anger, but she abstained from making any reply, turning away from him abruptly.