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In her overwrought condition, no supposition was too wild for credence.
Vaguely she heard some one at the back of the house shout "Speech!" and the cry was taken up by a dozen voices, but Max only laughed and shook his head, and once more the heavy curtains fell together, shutting him and Adrienne from her sight.
Mechanically Diana gathered up her wraps and prepared to leave the box.
"Aren't you coming round behind to congratulate them, Mrs.Errington ?" Jerry's astonished tones broke on her ears as she turned down the corridor in the direction of the vestibule.
"No," she replied quietly.

"I'm going home." * * * * * * "You told me you wouldn't come to the theatre--and you intended going all the time!" Diana's wraps were flung on the chair beside her, and she stood, a slim, pliant figure in her white evening gown, defiantly facing her husband.
"No, I'd no intention of going.

I detest first nights," he answered.
"Then why were you there?
Oh, I don't believe it--I don't believe it! You simply wanted to spend the evening with Adrienne; that was why you refused to go with me." "Diana!" Max spoke incredulously.