you, why should he suppose himself
competent to form any opinion about you at all--good, bad, or
indifferent?"

"I don't know," replied Magda slowly. Then, speaking with sudden
defiance: "Yes, I do know! A pal of his had--had cared about me some
time or other, and I'd turned him down. That's why."

"Oh, Magda!" There was both reproach and understanding in Gillian's
voice.

Magda shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, if he wanted to pay off old scores on his pal's behalf, he
succeeded," she said mirthlessly.

Gillian looked at her in surprise. She had never seen Magda quite like
this before; her sombre eyes held a curious strained look like those of
some wild thing of the forest caught in a trap and in pain.

"And you don't know who he was--I mean the man who came to your help and
then lectured you?"

"Yes, I do. It was Michael Quarrington, the artist."

"Michael Quarrington? Why, he has the reputation of being a most
charming man!"

Magda stared into the fire.

"I dare say he might have a great deal of charm if he cared to exert it.
Apparently, however, he didn't think I was worth the effort."

CHAPTER IV

IN THE MIRROR ROOM

Shouts of mirth came jubilantly from the Mirror Room as Davilof made his
way thither one afternoon a few days later. The shrill peal of a child's
laughter rose gaily above the lower note of women's voices, and when
the accompanist opened the door it was to discover Magda completely
engrossed in giving Coppertop a first dancing lesson, while Gillian sat
stitching busily away at some small nether garments afflicted with rents
and tears in sundry places. Every now and again she glanced up with
softly amused eyes to watch her son's somewhat unsteady efforts in the
Terpsichorean art.

Coppertop, a slim young reed in his bright green knitted jersey, was
clinging with one hand to a wooden bar attached to the wall which served
Magda for the "bar practice" which constitutes part of every dancer's
daily work, while Magda, holding his other hand in hers, essayed to
instruct him in the principle of "turning out"--that flexible turning of
the knees towards the side which gives so much facility of movement.

"Point your toes sideways--so," directed Magda. "This one towards
me--like that." She stooped and placed his foot in position. "Now, kick
out! Try to kick me!"

Coppertop tried--and succeeded, greeting his accomplishment with shrieks
of delight.

It was just at this moment that Davilof