CHAPTER XV.
A Face From the Past.
Maida Crescent was little more than half a mile beyond the park.
Philip thought it due to the lady he had beguiled that she should know exactly how he came to interfere in her behalf. She listened in silence, and when she spoke, there was a suggestion of shy nervousness oddly at variance with her spirited action of a few minutes earlier.
"I cannot understand it at all," she said. "I am seldom out so late. My professional engagements are few and far between, I am sorry to say."
"Were you attending a rehearsal at the Regent's Hall?"
"Yes."
"A rehearsal for Monsieur Jowkacsy's concert?"
"Yes."