“They are the same—yes—exactly.”
The implication his words suggested,—that while the roses were not good enough for me they were for Audrey,—possibly escaped his attention. I doubt if it did hers. She looked up at him with notes of interrogation in her eyes, as if she were asking what he meant. He added, as if by an afterthought:
“By the way, Miss Audrey, there’s a matter on which I should like to ask your advice. I have a box for the Gaiety to-night.”
“You told me that you meant to get one.”
Her words seemed to take him slightly aback.
“Yes; I have some recollection of the kind. I believe I did.”
“Did you have much difficulty?”
“No, no; none to speak of.”
Doris questioned Mr Purchase.
“And haven’t you a share in Mr Carter’s box, or has he it all to himself?”