The man left the box and Don Juan opened the letter.
It was from Silas Craig, and contained only a couple of lines, requesting to see his employer without delay, on business of importance.
Don Juan rose to leave the box.
"I am never permitted to enjoy the society of my only daughter for a few hours without interruption," he said, bending gently over Camillia. "I am summoned away on some annoying business, but I will not be gone long, darling."
"But how long, dearest father?"
"An hour at most. Meanwhile I leave you in the care of Mr. Horton."
"I accept the trust," answered Augustus, with enthusiasm.
In spite of the letter she had that morning received, Camillia, found it impossible to simulate a gayety which she did not feel.
She was silent and absent-minded, and replied in monosyllables to the gallant speeches of her admirer. She was thinking of the events of the day—Pauline Corsi's promise and the letter from Paul Lisimon.
Once in looking downward at the crowd of faces in the pit of the theatre, she recognized one which was turned to the box in which she was seated, instead of to the stage.