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the front of the box, of course, John behind his wife and I behind the girl, and you may believe it or not, but those two magnificent pearl necklaces within the reach of my hand never gave me so much as a quiver. Tristan was being sung and my eyes and ears were all for the stage, for I love music.
About the middle of the first act there was a stir in the box beside us, and Edith half-turned and brushed my sleeve with her fan.
"Prince Kharkoff," she whispered, "and his beautiful Polish Princess."
I swung about in my seat and looked straight into the wonderful, amber eyes of Léontine.
