It's because you're the most perfect accompanist any one could have." Miss Lermontof swept her a mocking curtsey.
"_Mille remerciments_!" Then she laughed rather oddly.

"I believe you still have no conception of the glory of your voice, you queer child." "Is it really so good ?" asked Diana, with the genuine artist's craving to be reassured.
Olga Lermontof looked at her speculatively.
"I suppose you can't understand it at present," she said, after a pause.

"You will, though, when you've given a few concerts and seen its effect upon the audience.

Now, come along; it's time we started." They found Adrienne's rooms fairly full, but not in the least overcrowded.

The big double doors between the two drawing-rooms had been thrown open, and the tide of people flowed back and forth from one room to the other.