"Yes?" I said, rather indifferently.
"She has just come into the third box on the right. She is wonderfully beautiful—or, at least, she looks it from here."
"I've got someone wonderfully beautiful beside me," I answered.
"But have you no interest in the American?" she asked.
"None—except that she interests you. In the third box, did you say?" I asked, turning slowly toward it.
"Why, Armand, you know her!" said Dehra, suddenly.
Trust a woman to read a man's face.
"Yes," said I, "I have seen her before to-night."
She gave me a sharp look. "And have known her, too—n'est ce pas?"
"Yes—after a fashion," I answered.