A carriage stopped at the door.
“The coach!” she said smilingly.
Luiza put on her gloves and her wrap, and glanced around. Her heart beat violently, and there was a feverish light in her eyes.
“Are you forgetting anything?” asked Donna Felicidade. “The key of the box? Your handkerchief?”
“Ah, my bouquet!” said Luiza.
Juliana was struck with amazement when she saw her mistress dressed for the theatre; she lighted her out in silence, and slammed the door insolently after her.
“What a barefaced creature!” she muttered.
Just as the carriage started, Donna Felicidade cried out, knocking at the window,—
“Wait! Stop! I have forgotten my fan! I cannot go without my fan! Stop, driver!”
“We shall be late, my dear. Take mine,” said Luiza, impatiently.