It was two weeks before he saw her the second time; he was more enchanted by her face than before, especially as he came to realise the astonishing fact that she was kind enough to glance in his direction from time to time.
It was during the weekly concert in the Kursaal, late one night.

She came in with a party, among whom he recognised several of the leading personages at court.
Once a week the regular concert gave way to a function in which the royal orchestra was featured.

On such occasions the attendance was extremely fashionable, the Duke and his court usually being present.

It was not until this time, however, that Chase felt that he could sit through a concert without being bored to extinction.

He loved music, but not the kind that the royal orchestra rendered; Wagner, Chopin, Mozart were all the same to him--he hated them fervently and he was _not_ yet given to stratagems and spoils.