"It's a young friend who is staying with us," said Miss Widdington.
"I beg your pardon," said the girl. "But, you see my brother is Boris Danilof, the violinist, so I've that excuse for being interested."
"I don't think Mr. Andrea can play any more to-day," said Miss Ursula from her seat by the bed. "He's tired."
Miss Widdington repeated this information to Miss Danilof, who bade her good afternoon and withdrew to her easel.
"A most forward, objectionable girl," exclaimed Miss Widdington. "And who is Boris Danilof, I should like to know?"
If she had but understood German, Andrea could have told her. He caught at the name of the world-famous violinist and bent eagerly forward in great excitement.
"Boris Danilof? Ist er unten?"
"Nicht—I mean Nein," replied Miss Widdington, proud at not having to consult Otto.
Andrea sank back disappointed, on his pillow.
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