"Ah, Adrien," she cried beseechingly, "you do hurt me when you treat me like this. Try and forget her, unless"--she broke off abruptly--"unless you are really going to marry her. Is that so?"
"I told you," he answered wearily. "I shall never marry Constance. She is engaged to another."
"Thank Heaven!" was her, ladyship's mental ejaculation, but she said nothing aloud.
Leroy roused himself. "I must go," he said.
"So soon?" she asked tremulously. "Where are you going?"
"To the theatre."
She frowned, and, seeing it, he stopped to explain.
"It is no longer mine," he said with a faint smile.
"Not yours!" she cried in surprise.
"No, it belongs to Miss Lester."