There was a wry smile on her lips as she shrugged her shoulders and spread out her hands in a gesture of resignation.
"Yes,--bolt the door," she said.

As Alma hesitated, her eyes grew hard, her voice imperative.

"Do you know of any reason why you should not do as both Mr.Percivail and I have commanded ?" "No,--no, Madame," cried Alma hastily.
As the heavy wooden bolt fell into place, Olga again shrugged her shoulders and threw herself into a chair in front of the fireplace.
"Put on your clothes," she ordered.
"What is happening, Madame?
What is all the noise about ?" questioned one of the girls.
But there was no answer.

Olga was staring into the fire..