And soon they started for the theater, and it was he who drew as far away as he could, when they got into the automobile.
They had a box--and the piece had begun.

It was one of those impossibly amusing Paris farces, on the borderland of all convention but so intensely comic that none could help their mirth, and Tristram shook with laughter and forgot for the time that he was a most miserable young man.

And even Zara laughed.

But it did not melt things between them.
Tristram's feelings had been too wounded for any ordinary circumstances to cause him to relent.
"Do you care for some supper ?" he said coldly when they came out.

But she answered.