adapt her conduct as far as possible to the dramatic tradition.
The Honorable John Ruffin talked carelessly, as if he were unaware of his rival's nearness, though once, with a quick glance, he measured the distance which separated that rival from the two trusty friends who followed him, Hilary Vance almost transpontine in his stealthy gait. Pollyooly walked sedately beside the Honorable John Ruffin; only once, when he was talking in an animated fashion to the Esmeralda, did she turn in the full light of a street-lamp and bestow a hideous grimace on their follower.
The Esmeralda, dearly as she would have loved to be in a taxicab, after some urging accepted the Honorable John Ruffin's suggestion that they should stroll back to the Savoy, since the night was hot, and the Strand still empty, for the crowds had not yet poured forth from the theaters.
In this order they came into Trafalgar Square, Señor Perez, a menacing figure, stalking them grimly, never dreaming that he in his turn was being stalked by a fiery artist.
It must have been some inborn instinct for the
