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"Excuse me, Madame, Monsieur Kessel would like to see you on a matter of great importance."

She answered mechanically: "Let him come to me, if he has anything to say."

Borek was dancing once more. His face was beaded with sweat. Beside him Rosa seemed cooler than a flower.

"She has no temperament," Lina thought dispassionately, "but when one is her age, and well trained into the bargain, and talented, what does that matter? Nothing. What do you want?" she inquired abruptly of Kessel.

Kessel, voluble with the expression of some obscure grievance or other, found her strangely inattentive.