I wish you were coming with me." "I should like to hear you sing in those big rooms," acknowledged Bunty, a little wistfully.
"When I give my recital you shall have a seat in the front row," Diana promised, as she picked up her gloves and music-case.
A tap sounded at the door.
"Are you ready ?" inquired Olga Lermontof a voice from outside.
Bunty opened the door.
"Oh, come in, Miss Lermontof.

Yes, Miss Quentin is quite ready, and I must run away now." Olga came in and stood for a moment looking at Diana.

Then she deliberately stepped close to her, so that their reflections showed side by side in the big mirror.
"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.