When he went home,
however, he found a telegram from the lady of Grosvenor Place--"Shall
be able to come--reach town by seven." At half-past eight o'clock,
through a little aperture in the curtain of the "Renaissance," he saw
her in her box with a cluster of friends--completely beautiful and
beneficent. The house was magnificent--too good for his play, he
felt; too good for any play. Everything now seemed too good--the
scenery, the furniture, the dresses, the very programmes. He seized
upon the idea that this was probably what was the matter with the
representative of Nona--she was only too good. He had completely
arranged with this young lady the plan of their relations during the
evening; and though they had altered everything else that they had
arranged they had promised each other not to alter this. It was
wonderful the number of things they had promised each other. He
would start her, he would see her off--then he would quit the theatre
and stay away till just before the end. She besought him to stay
away--it would make her infinitely easier.
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