MISS LERMONTOF'S ADVICE As Diana entered the somewhat dingy hall at 34 Brutton Square on her return from visiting Adrienne, the first person she encountered was Olga Lermontof.

She still retained her dislike of the accompanist and was preparing to pass by with a casual remark upon the coldness of the weather, when something in the Russian's pale, fatigued face arrested her.
"How frightfully tired you look!" she exclaimed, pausing on the staircase as the two made their way up together.
"I am, rather," returned Miss Lermontof indifferently.

"I've been playing accompaniments all afternoon, and I've had no tea." Diana hesitated an instant, then she said impulsively--"Oh, do come into my room and let me make you a cup." Olga Lermontof regarded her with a faint surprise.
"Thanks," she said in her abrupt way.

"I will." A cheerful little fire was burning in the grate, and the room presented a very comfortable and home-like appearance, for Diana had added a couple of easy-chairs and several Liberty cushions to its somewhat sparse furniture.

A heavy curtain, hung in front of the door to exclude draughts, gave an additional cosy touch, and fresh flowers adorned both chimney-piece and table.
Olga Lermontof let her long, lithe figure down into one of the easy-chairs with a sigh of satisfaction, while Diana set the kettle on the fire to boil, and produced from the depths of a cupboard a canister of tea and a tin of attractive-looking biscuits.
"I often make my own tea up here," she observed.