The Earl stood, looking at her; then she turned towards the house, and he down the road, wondering at her, at himself, and staring at the great mass of white roses that he was carrying, he knew not why.
CHAPTER III
A MAY NIGHT
The curtain fell on the last act of Zaîre.
"I do not like Monsieur Voltaire," said Susannah Chressham. She and her companion, Miss Westbrook, moved on the outskirts of the crowd that filled the music-room in Villiers Street.
"Shall we go?" asked Miss Westbrook, unfurling her fan.
"Why, not yet. Where is my lady?"
"I saw her but now with my mother." They turned into the card-rooms that opened from the large hall.