"What is it?" he said, looking from one to the other.
"Only an invitation," replied Austin Ambrose. "I don't suppose you would care for it. You will be bored to death."
"'Prince Rivani.' He called the other day," said Blair thoughtfully, as he leant over the balcony. "Would you care to go, Violet?"
"I am not invited," she said impatiently. "Don't you see it mentions you only?"
"Ah, yes, a bachelor's party," said Blair. "I may go; it is a lovely day. I have been on the hills, and—Ah!" he exclaimed, and he leant over the balcony with a sudden appearance of interest.
Austin Ambrose glided to his side.
"What is the matter? Is it anything wonderful?" said the countess, and she rose from the couch and looked over.
Blair bit his lip.
"It is nothing," he said, "I thought I saw someone I knew."