"It was very simple." "It was only a chance that the table was reserved in my name," she reminded him.
"It was chance which brought us together," he rejoined.

"It is chance under another name to which I trust in life." For the first time in her life, in her relations with the other sex, Maggie felt a queer sensation which was almost fear.

She felt herself losing poise, her will governed, her whole self dominated.

Unconsciously she drew herself a little away.

Her eyes travelled around the crowded house and suddenly rested on the box which her visitor had just vacated.
Seated behind the curtains, but leaning slightly forward, her eyes fixed intently upon Prince Shan, was La Belle Nita, a green opera cloak thrown around her dancing costume, a curious, striking little figure in the semi-obscurity.
"You have some one waiting for you in your box," Maggie told him.
He glanced across the auditorium and rose to his feet.