"Not a bit sure," I replied. "I know nothing at all of the matter, neither do I care."
Fanny then related all about my last meeting with my stranger and his dog to Julia, who seemed to understand my sensations much better than Fanny did.
"Oh, mon Dieu?" interrupted I, "there is in that box next to Lady Foley's, a man—no, it is still handsomer than my stranger! and yet" (the stranger turned his head towards our side of the house)—"Oh!" continued I, taking hold of Fanny's hand, in a fit of rapture, "it is he! only his hat, till now, concealed that beautiful head of hair."
"Where? where?" cried out they both at once.
"Oh! that some one would come into our box now and tell us who he is!" I exclaimed.
"How provoking you are," said Julia. "Why do not you point out the man to us?"
"It is that man, who is laughing.—Oh! I had no idea that his teeth were so very beautiful!"
"Dear me, how tiresome," observed Fanny, quietly. "If you will not tell us which is your man let us talk of something else."
"He is there," replied I, "next to Lady Foley's box, leaning on his arm."