When they reached the vestibule, Barry stopped.
"It is not quite nine o'clock. Would you care to come to the Lyceum and see Rignold in 'The Ironmaster'? A cab will take us there in five minutes."
"Do you really want me to go?"
"Very much indeed. Come."
They descended the stairs together, and entering a cab drove off, Alice Tracey's dark eyes sparkling like diamonds as she looked into Barry's calm, collected face.
But not a seat could be obtained, much to Barry's annoyance; then he laughed. "There's nothing worth seeing at any of the other theatres. What is to be done? Would you care to come for a drive round to Lady Marquarie's Chair? The Arrecifos is lying just near by in Woolloomoolloo Bay. It's a pretty drive."
"Oh yes. It will be lovely to be out in the cool, fresh air."
The cabman took them to the Chair, from where they had a good view of the stately little barque as she lay upon the silent waters in a flood of moonlight.
"Let us walk down to the edge of the water and hail old Watson—just to give him a surprise."
"Indeed I have a very great mind to go on board—may I?" she asked as he helped her out of the cab.