Darrell was interested too, and stood with the rest, looking on.
While thus engaged, a gentleman and lady left a hack and walked toward the entrance.
He represented a Spanish bull fighter, and with his splendid figure made a remarkably good matador, while his companion, as a lady of cards, caused a ripple of admiration among the lookers-on.
Both were fully masked, and, having wraps over their costumes, only a portion of the latter were seen; but it was evident that the lady was possessed of a lovely figure, her arms were rounded and perfect, while her neck, glimpses of which could be seen, was dazzlingly white, and royally built.
Darrell looked at her with interest.
Then his eyes fell on her escort.
He started.
Surely that figure was owned by none other than Joe Leslie.
What was he doing at the ball?
Was this his wife?