Meanwhile she stood with her face bared, looking out upon the throng.
What a miserable thing it was that the light was so poor under the gallery.
Darrell just then would have given a hundred dollars for one good square look at her face.
Oh, for an electric torch to suddenly light up the scene and reveal those features to his gaze.
He used his eyes to the utmost, but it was not at all satisfactory, for her face was in the shadow; but he had an idea she was very like the picture he had looked at recently—the photograph of Lillian’s sister.
Presently the bull fighter had succeeded in re-securing the string.
He tied the mask on for her.
His manner was very courtly and gentle, but one spectator did not enjoy it at all.
This was Eric.
His thoughts would go, in spite of him, to that heavenly room where he had left a sweet and faithful wife waiting for her Joe to return.