"No, I shan't help him advertise himself."
But even as she said it a cloud of vexation passed over her stately brow.
"Then," said Winters, appealingly, "nothing I can say will urge you to speak?"
"No, Winters, don't try to make me deviate from that silent course I have from the very beginning mapped out for myself."
"Well, then, I must go. But rest assured, our columns are yours at any time you desire to speak."
"Thanks! By the way, call at my box tonight at the opera. There will be a lot of fools in attendance, and I will need the exhilaration of a chat with one like you."
"Au revoir."
"Until tonight."
And as Olivia Winters departed, her heart was filled with sympathy for the big-souled, independent creature she had just left, and she felt for her a deeper love and affection than for any other woman breathing the breath of life.
CHAPTER VIII.
PAUL HEARS GOOD TIDINGS.
The very day upon which the Winters woman called on Ouida, in her unsuccessful attempt to secure an interview, Paul Strogoff, the model, paid a visit to the office of Edward Salmon, the shrewd and wily lawyer.
