Presently they got up to go to the theatre, leaving the other quartet behind them, quite willing to be late.
“Moscovitch doesn’t come on for some time,” said Mrs. Ackroyde. “And we are only going to see him. The play is nothing extraordinary. Where are you sitting?”
Braybrooke told her the number of their box.
“We are just opposite to you then,” she said.
“Mind you behave prettily, Adela!” said Lady Wrackley.
“I have almost forgotten how to behave in a theatre,” she said. “I go to the play so seldom. You shall give me some hints on conduct, Mr. Craven.”
And she turned and led the way out of the restaurant, nodding to people here and there whom she knew.
Her big motor was waiting outside, and they all got into it. Braybrooke and Craven sat on the small front seats, sideways, so that they could talk to their companions; and they flashed through the busy streets, coming now and then into the gleam of lamplight and looking vivid, then gliding on into shadows and becoming vague and almost mysterious. As they crossed Piccadilly Circus Miss Van Tuyn said:
“What a contrast to our walk that night!”
“This way of travelling?” said Lady Sellingworth.