Edith and Aylmer looked round the house.

The audience at the Society Theatre is a special one; as at the plays in which the favourite actor-managers and _jeunes premiers_ perform there are always far more women than men, at this theatre there are always far more men than women.
The stage box opposite our friends was filled with a party of about ten men.
'It looks like a jury,' said Edith.

'Perhaps it is.' 'Probably a board of directors,' said Aylmer.
The first two rows of the stalls were principally occupied by middle-aged and rather elderly gentlemen.

Many had grey moustaches and a military bearing.

Others were inclined to be stout, with brilliant exuberant manners and very dark hair that simply wouldn't lie flat.
There were a great many parties made up like those of our friends--of somebody in love with somebody, surrounded by chaperons.