She sprayed her with eau-de-Cologne.
"That's lovely," said the girl, with closed eyes. "Thank you so much."
The other stopped for a moment to take off the jaunty little hat and lightly push the dark hair away from the white temples.
The girl thanked her with a smile. Then she started up again. "Oh, but where is—"
She saw me, and stopped, colouring.
"He is here, in the car."
She closed her eyes once more, and the colour had faded from her cheeks before she spoke again. "Where are we going?" she said.
"To the Opera House, dear. You see, I am singing there. I would take you home, but I am late now. My maid, she will make you comfortable. I have nice rooms at the theatre, quite an apartment." She turned to me.
"And you will come, too, please. There is plenty of room. Besides she is in your charge."
"Of course," said I. "Thank you very much."