"No. Perhaps they aren't here yet. Or they may be above us. Or perhaps they are too nervous to come."
Her painted lips stretched themselves in a faint and enigmatic smile.
"I'm quite sure Charmian Heath will be here. This is to be the great night of her life. She is not the woman to miss it."
Mrs. Shiffney leaned round to the next box.
"Susan, can you see the Heaths?"
"Yes," returned the theosophist, in her calm chest voice. "She is just coming into a box on the same tier as we are in."
"Where? Where?"
"Over there, on my right, about ten boxes from us. She is in pale green."
"That pretty woman!" said the elderly lawyer. "Is she the composer's wife?"
He put up his glasses.