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She looked nervously at her husband.
"I do not think this is pleasant to see," she said in a low tone. "Would
it not be best to go away? I--I think I would rather be at home."
Lady Winsleigh heard and smiled,--a little mocking smile.
"Don't be silly, child!" she said. "If you leave the theatre just now
you'll have every one staring at you. That woman's an immense
favorite--she is the success of the piece. She's got more diamonds than
either you or I."
Thelma regarded her friend with a sort of grave wonder,--but said
nothing in reply. If Lady Winsleigh liked the performance and wished to
remain, why--then politeness demanded that Thelma should not interfere
with her pleasure by taking an abrupt leave. So she resumed her seat,
but withdrew herself far behind the curtain of the box, in a corner
where the stage was almost invisible to her eyes. Her husband bent over
her and whispered--
"I'll take you home if you wish it, dear! only say the word."
She shook her head.
"Clara enjoys it!" she answered somewhat plaintively.


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