She had been lying with closed eyes till the block and stoppage came, then she opened her eyes and asked listlessly:
"What is it?"
"It's a block," said Polly who sat beside her. "There's a carriage and a butcher's cart in front, a swell carriage——."
Finetta leant forward listlessly, then her listlessness changed, fled rather.
"It's—it's Lady Eleanor Dallas," she said between her teeth.
"Oh," said Polly; "is it? Well, I wish they'd get on, and—oh!" The exclamation escaped her lips unawares, and Finetta, following the direction of Polly's eyes, saw Yorke standing gazing in at the shop window.
She uttered a faint cry and fell back, clutching Polly's arm.
"It's him!" she breathed.
"Lord Auchester. I know it is!" said the matter-of-fact Polly. "Well, you needn't start as if you'd got the jumps."
"What is he doing there, what is he going to buy?" said Finetta in a low and agitated voice.