She bowed and smiled, whereupon he advanced to one of a row of tapestry portières and held it aside for Ödön to enter. They passed through another door and found themselves in a sort of opera-box whose front was screened by a light grating. The music was now distinctly audible.
"Is this a theatre or a circus?" asked Ödön, adding, as he peeped through the grating, "or is it a steam bath?"
Leonin laughed. "Anything you will," said he, throwing himself down on a divan and taking up a printed sheet that lay on the railing. It proved to be a programme, prepared in due form. He read it while the other looked over his shoulder.
"'Don Juan au Sérail.' That is a fine piece; too bad we missed it. 'Tableaux Vivants'—awfully tiresome. 'Les Bayadères du Khan Almollah'—exceedingly amusing; I have seen it once before. 'La Lutte des Amazones.' 'La Rève d'Ariane'—charming, only I don't know whether Persida is at her best to-night."
The door of the box opened and a servant looked in.
"Waiter, serve us some refreshments," ordered Leonin.
"For how many?"
"Three."
"Who is the third?" asked Ödön.
"You will soon see," replied Leonin.