'No,' replied Tom in a quiet tone, 'but I—exp—hope to some day.'
'I think he ran away and left her, or something,' continued the other. 'He's dead, anyhow, to all intents and purposes. But I've been wondering lately. I'll be bound there was ill-treatment. She looks so sad sometimes. The other night at the theatre I was watching her——'
'That Egyptian play?' broke in Tom.
'Yes; it was bad enough to make any one look sad, wasn't it? But it was curious all the same——'
'I didn't mean the badness.'
'Nor did I. It was odd. There was atmosphere in spite of everything.'
'I thought you were too occupied to notice the performance,' Tom hinted.
Tony laughed good-naturedly. 'I was a bit taken up, I admit,' he said. 'But there was something curious all the same. I kept seeing you and our hostess on the stage——'
'In Egypt!'
'In a way, yes.' He hesitated.