Some questions were asked by the landlord as to the stranger's individuality; but few had seen him; fewer had noticed him, singular as he was; and none knew his name.
While these things had been going on in the quarter allotted to the commonalty, Somerset in front had waited the fall of the curtain with those sick and sorry feelings which should be combated by the aid of philosophy and a good conscience, but which really are only subdued by time and the abrading rush of affairs.

He was, however, stoical enough, when it was all over, to accept Mrs.Goodman's invitation to accompany her to the drawing-room, fully expecting to find there a large company, including Captain De Stancy.
But none of the acting ladies and gentlemen had emerged from their dressing-rooms as yet.

Feeling that he did not care to meet any of them that night, he bade farewell to Mrs.Goodman after a few minutes of conversation, and left her.

While he was passing along the corridor, at the side of the gallery which had been used as the theatre, Paula crossed it from the latter apartment towards an opposite door.

She was still in the dress of the Princess, and the diamond and pearl necklace still hung over her bosom as placed there by Captain De Stancy.
Her eye caught Somerset's, and she stopped.