"Pretty?" asked the clerk.
"Very pretty," said Annesley.
"Yes,—two stalls."
"Two!" said Annesley, with an inner question in the word. "Are the next seats engaged—the ones, I mean, on either side of those two?"
The man looked at the plan.
"No," he said.
"Book them to me, please."
"'YOU ARE FORGIVEN,' SHE SAID, SWEETLY."
The clerk smiled benignly as he handed the tickets to Annesley; the life in a box-office is dull during business hours.