Suddenly he remembered the concert. He recollected that Miles had engaged for both of them to go with Colonel Berkeley and Olivia. But for Miles, he would have excused himself from his engagement--but the boy could seldom be induced to go anywhere, and he had seemed eager to go to this place--but not without Olivia. For she had the gentle tact to make him feel at ease. She screened him from the curious and unthinking--he did not feel lost and abashed with Olivia as he did without her. So Pembroke finished his dinner hurriedly, and went back to his lodgings, where Miles was awaiting him, after having dined alone--and in a little while they were at the Colonel’s house, where Olivia came out on her father’s arm, and the big landau, brought from Isleham, with Petrarch on the box as of old, rolled along toward the British Legation and took its place in line. When they reached the brilliantly lighted ball-room, where a concert stage had been erected and chairs arranged in rows, Pembroke took Miles’ usual place at Olivia’s side. He always felt with her, the charm of a sweet reasonableness and refinement. After the man he had talked with, and the thoughts and evil passions he had just experienced, it was refreshment to sit beside Olivia Berkeley, to look into her clear eyes and to listen to her soft voice. The great ball-room was full and very brilliant. Pembroke looked and felt distrait. He was glad it was a concert, and that he could sit still and be silent, instead of moving about and being obliged to talk. He had altogether forgotten Madame Volkonsky’s connection with it until he saw her name on the programme. It gave him an unpleasant shock--and presently there was a slight commotion, and the British Minister escorted the President and his wife up the room to the arm-chairs placed for them--and a few minutes after, the Grand Duke and his suite--and in the suite Pembroke saw Volkonsky. Olivia did not look at Volkonsky as he passed. He always excited strong repulsion in her. Then the music began. It was a very ordinary concert, as concerts are apt to be by very distinguished persons. The programme was long and amateurish. But when Madame Volkonsky’s first number was reached the audience waked up. She was the only artist in the lot.