"Who is she?" Jack asked.
"Madame Edith D'Arcy, daughter of the late Sir Thomas D'Arcy, you know. She's wonderful. Perfect statue, and a marvellous voice."
"Let us go by all means. Do you know her to speak to?"
"Well, not exactly. She's a protégée of Lady Cleeve's, you know."
"Is that so?"
Before the performance was half over, Jack surprised his brother by getting up and leaving his seat.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To see Edith."
"Who?"
"Madame Edith D'Arcy. I'm going to marry her."