At that moment came a knock at the door of the box.

Wrayson rose and opened it.

Heneage stood there and entered at once, as though his coming were the most natural thing in the world.
"Thought I recognized you," he remarked, shaking hands with Wrayson.

"I believe, too, I may be mistaken, but I fancy that I have had the pleasure of meeting the Baroness de Sturm." The Baroness turned towards him with a smile.

Nevertheless, Wrayson noticed what seemed to him a strange thing.