Of course it must be—the figure and beautiful neck corresponded with what Darrell remembered of Mrs. Leslie.
Still, he could not help but think it odd, even at that brief moment, for Joe to bring his lovely wife here to this ball.
True, it was a respectable affair, and many good people attended it, but none of the first families in New York would dream of being seen at the public masquerade—at least if they came they went away without unmasking.
As the couple passed him he could not resist saying aloud:
The man seemed to start, and muttered something to his companion, at which she laughed, but he did not look around to see who had spoken.
Others were following them.
Darrell stood a while longer, and then left the scene.
Somehow or other he was troubled—he knew not exactly why.
If that was Lillian with her husband, it was all well and good—although surprised at Joe taking his wife to such a carnival, so long as her husband was with her it was all right.