"This is Box B," the usher said, opening the door.
Jack entered and bowed to a very pretty young lady, who was no other than Elise Holt.
She had been placed in the box by her husband, who had gone away, telling her that he had a little business to attend to, but would return shortly.
The opera was "Faust," which Elise liked very much, but she did not seem to be paying much attention to Gounod's music.
"I beg your pardon if I am intruding," exclaimed Jack. "I was invited here by a gentleman."
"You are expected, if you are Mr. Harkaway," replied Elise.
"I am that individual."
Elise rose and came hastily to the back of the box.
"Oh, sir," she said, "do not think ill of me. I owe a duty to my husband, and also one to you, though you are a stranger to me."
"Really, madam, I am at a loss to understand you," answered Harkaway, in some perplexity.