CONTRASTS We sat out in the foyer and took our coffee.

I did not suggest a visit to any place of entertainment, as I knew it was better for Felicia to retire early, in order that I might pass through the sitting-room to her uncle's room, unheard.

The orchestra was playing delightful music; the rooms were thronged with a gay and fashionable crowd.
Nevertheless, my companion's spirits, which had been high enough during dinner, now seemed to fail her.

More than once during the momentary silence I saw the absent look come into her eyes,--saw her shiver as though she were recalling the little tragedy of a few minutes ago.

I had hitherto avoided mentioning it, but I tried now to make light of the matter.
"I spoke to Louis coming out," I remarked.