"So you are back—so soon," she greeted him a little breathlessly.
"I made post haste—I travelled all night." He was smiling, his manner as always of an indifferent gaiety; but to Susannah's keen observation his beautiful eyes looked shadowed and weary.
"You did not stay long in Bristol?"
"A few moments only."
"Ah!" She rose. "Let us walk about a little; you cannot say much here."
"It is very crowded to-night," he remarked, looking about him with distaste. "I hate the place."
"Then why have you come?" she challenged him.
"To see you. I was at my Lord Carlisle's for dinner; afterwards, in the Haymarket, I learnt you were here."
"Ah, forgive me, it is good of you, Rose," she answered gently; "indeed, I am very glad to see you. I want to speak to you—and on a second matter now."
They turned into the almost empty hall, where the play had been given. The dark curtain over the stage and the scattered few lights gave the place a mournful air. From the distance came the thin melody of the violins.