The curtain went up, and he turned away.
The moment when she finally and absolutely and openly capitulated was when Monsieur Beaucaire came down the stairs, taking the old Countess of Greenbury to supper. In the midst of the storm of applause, one ecstatic little voice rang out.
"He's worthy to be Irish, anyway!"
As they went out Molly managed to become separated from them and lost.
Denis said, "You stay out here with Lancaster," and plunged back into the crowd.
Sheila Pat, excited, too restless to stand still, plunged eagerly after him.
Nell was left standing with Ted. Now Ted Lancaster was possessed of some physical attributes that particularly displeased Nell, as being so ridiculously untrue to his character. She fell to pondering the strength of his rather thin mouth and of his chin; on the look of cleverness about his deep-set eyes. The very breadth of his shoulders displeased her. She told herself that a slack creature such as he must be, who lounged about and did nothing except drive in a motor, had no business with a face like his. Irritatedly she fought against a strong inclination to like him.
"Isn't your motor waiting for you?" she broke the silence in a bland tone of voice.
"No." He sounded a little surprised. "There're always hansoms, you know," he added.
"Oh! But you prefer your motor, don't you?"