'Is that her father with her?' Sir Rupert asked.
'Yes, that is her father,' Ericson answered. 'I must go round and pay them a visit when this act is over.'
'I'll go, too,' Sir Rupert said.
'Oh, and may not I go?' Helena eagerly asked. She had in a moment got over her little spleen, and felt in her generous, impulsive way that she owed instant reparation to Miss Paulo.
'No, I think you had better not go rushing round the theatre,' Sir Rupert said. 'Mr. Ericson will go first, and when he comes back to take charge of you, I will pay my visit.'
'Well,' Helena said composedly, and settling herself down in her chair, 'I'll go and call on her to-morrow.'
'Certainly, by all means,' her father said.
Ericson gave Helena a pleased and grateful look. Her eyes drooped under it—she hardly knew why. She had a penitent feeling somehow. Then the curtain fell, and Ericson went round to visit Miss Paulo.
'Who has just come into the back of that girl's box?' Sir Rupert asked—who was rather short-sighted and hated the trouble of an opera-glass.
'Oh, it's Mr. Hamilton,' his daughter, who had the eyes of an eagle, was able to tell him.