idea she had really done with him for a long time. But this afternoon what does he do but telegraph her from Southampton that he keeps his appointment and counts upon her for a stall? Unless she had got back mine she wouldn't have been able to accommodate him. When she was in Rosedale Road this morning she hadn't received his telegram; but his promise, his threat, whatever it was, came back to her; she had a sort of foreboding and thought that, on the chance, she had better have something ready. When she got home she found his telegram, and she told me that he was the first person she saw in the house, through her fright, when she came on in the second act. It appears she was terrified this time, and it lasted half through the play."
"She must be rather annoyed at his having gone away," Miss Tressilian observed.
"Annoyed? I'm not so sure!" laughed Nick.
"Ah, here he comes back!" cried Biddy, behind her fan, as the absentee edged into his seat in time for the fifth act. He stood there a moment, first looking round the theatre; then he turned his eyes upon the box occupied by his relatives, smiling and waving his hand.
"After that he'll surely come and see you," said Miss Tressilian.
"We shall see him as we go out," Biddy replied: "he must lose no more time."
Nick looked at him with a glass; then he exclaimed: "Well, I'm glad he has pulled himself together!"
"Why, what's the matter with him, since he wasn't disappointed in his seat?" Miss Tressilian demanded.
