Violet looked up at him with quivering lips.

For a moment it seemed as though she were stepping out of her sordid surroundings.
"Henry!" she exclaimed.

"Did you come to look for me?
Did you know that we were here ?" "How should I ?" he answered calmly.

"I was strolling around with David Briston.

We are at the Opera." "At the Opera," she repeated.
"My little protegee, Felicia Roche, is singing," he went on, "in _Aida_.
If she does as well in the next act as she has done in this, her future is made." He was on the point of adding the news of Felicia's engagement to the young man who had momentarily deserted him.