She called the flushed, bowing director to her box, and publicly thanked him for the pleasure he had given.

Chase saw him kiss her hand as he murmured his gratitude.

For the first time in his life he coveted the occupation of an orchestra leader.
The director was a frail, rather good-looking young man, with piercing black eyes that seemed too bold in their scrutiny of the young lady's face.

Chase began to hate him; he was unreasonably thankful when he passed on to the box in which the Duke sat.
The third and last time he saw the Princess Genevra before his sudden, spectacular departure from the Grand Duchy, was at the Duke's reception to the nobility of Rapp-Thorberg and to the representatives of such nations of the world as felt the necessity of having a man there in an official capacity..