Her eyes shone so fiercely, so unnaturally, bright that a queer little sensation of doubt pricked Olga for the first time, setting every nerve and every muscle on the alert for she knew not what.

"You do know, Allegro! And so do I!" The full voice took a deeper note, it throbbed the words.

"Do you think I haven't watched you, seen what was going on?
Do you think it has all been nothing to me--nothing to see you spoiling my chances day by day--nothing to feel you drawing him away from me--nothing to know--to know--" she suddenly flung her clenched hands wide open to the empty moonlight--"to know that you have set your heart on the only man I ever loved--you who wanted me to help you to get away from him--and have shouldered me aside ?" Her voice broke.

She turned to the girl in the bed with eyes grown terrible in their wild anguish of pain.

"Allegro!" she cried.