The next night Sophy acted as showman. Her part was over at the end of the first act, and a few minutes later she slipped into a seat by John's side behind the curtain.
"What do you think of it so far?" she asked, a little anxiously.
"It seems quite good," John replied cheerfully. "Some very clever lines, and all that sort of thing; but I can't quite see what it's all leading to."
Sophy peered around the house from behind the curtain.
"There isn't standing-room anywhere," she declared. "I don't suppose there ever was a play in London that was more talked about; and then putting it off for more than three months—why, there have been all sorts of rumors about. Do you want to know who the people in the audience are?"
"Not particularly," John answered. "I shouldn't know them, if you told me. There are just a few familiar faces. I see the prince in the box opposite."
"Did you telephone to Louise to-day?" Sophy asked.
John shook his head.
"No. I thought it better to leave her alone until after to-night."
"You are going to the supper, of course?"