Claude got up slowly, picked up the roses and the cablegram from the chair beside Charmian, put them behind him, and took the chair, bringing it forward quite to the front of the box. As he did so Charmian made a sound like a word half-uttered and checked.
"Where is he?" Claude repeated.
Many people in the stalls were looking at him, were pointing him out. He seemed to ignore the attention fixed upon him.
"There!" said Charmian, in a low voice.
She pointed with her fan, then leaned back.
Claude looked and saw Van Brinen not far off. He was standing up in the stalls, facing the boxes, bending a little and talking to two smartly dressed women. His pale face looked sad. Presently he stood up straight and seemed to look across the intervening heads into Claude's eyes.
"He must see me!" Claude thought. "He does see me!"
Van Brinen stood thus for quite a minute. Then he made his way to one of the exits and disappeared.
"He is coming round to the box, I'm sure," said Charmian cheerfully. "He evidently saw us."
"Yes."