And she turned for sympathy to her friend, who stood behind her, his face illumined. He was amazed; his blue eyes ablaze, his head bent forward, he was staring, staring at the Gaiety curtain, gone down on the first act.
He laughed softly, and the duchess heard him say:
“Good! Well, I should say she was! She’s a girl from our town!”
When the duchess tried to share her enthusiasm with Dan he had disappeared. He left the box and with no difficulty made his way as far as the first wing.
“Can you get me an entrance?” he asked a man he had met once at Osdene and who was evidently an habitué.
“I dare say. Rippin’ show, isn’t it?”
Dan put his hand on ducal shoulders and followed the nobleman through the labyrinth of flies.