I really believe," she went on, "that he likes to catch the eye of the journalist who writes little gossipy items, and to see his name in print." "But you yourself ?" Francis ventured.
"I fancy that my reasons for preferring seclusion should be obvious enough," she replied, a little bitterly.
"My daughter is inclined, I fear, to be a little morbid," Sir Timothy said, settling down in his place.
Francis made no reply.

A triangular conversation of this sort was almost impossible.

The members of the orchestra were already climbing up to their places, in preparation for the overture to the last act.

Sir Timothy rose to his feet.
"You will excuse me for a moment," he begged.

"I see a lady to whom I must pay my respects." Francis drew a sigh of relief at his departure.