THE AWAKENING Olga slept late on the following morning, awaking at length with a wild sense of dismay at having done so.

She leaped up as the vivid memory of the night's happenings rushed upon her, and, seizing her dressing-gown, ran out into the passage and so to Violet's room.
Very softly she turned the door-handle, and peeped in.

The curtains were drawn, but the morning-breeze blew them inwards, admitting the full daylight.

Violet was lying awake with her face to the door.
"That you, Allegro?
Come in!" she called.

"I've had the oddest night." Olga slipped in and went to her.