Constance listened. "That must be the little Polish countess," she replied. "No one else does it that way."
Patricia had a vision of a fascinating, elegant creature with sorrowful eyes and plenty of furs, and she gave a little cry of expectation.
"Come along. She's beginning the 'Papillion'," she cried. "And I simply can't miss it."
CHAPTER XV
PATRICIA DECIDES TO MAKE THE BEST OF IT
"Oh!" said Patricia on the threshold.
"S-s-sh!" warned a number of restrained voices.
They smiled kindly at her as she stood in the doorway, though they plainly would not tolerate an interruption. Patricia had not meant to interrupt. She was only surprised.