“I shall do very well where I am.”
But Lady Marvlynn was of a different opinion; so when the act drop fell she conducted her friend into the lobby, and from thence to the refreshment stall, where Aveline had some cooling drink.
“You are not looking at all well, dear,” said her ladyship. “And there must be some reason for this.”
“There is a reason,” whispered Aveline, “and a powerful one, but do not breathe a syllable to anyone.”
“My dear, do you suppose——”
“No, no! I do not suppose. You have too much discretion.”
“What is it, then?”
“In the stalls my husband is seated.”
Lady Marvlynn gave a prolonged “Ah!” and looked astonished.
No. 42.