A few minutes after the second act had begun Conway nudged Drake and nodded towards the box.
'You asked what Miss Le Mesurier was like.

There's your answer.' Drake glanced in that direction.

He saw a girl in a dress of pink silk, standing in the front of the box, with her hands upon the ledge and leaning her head a little forwards beyond it.

The glare striking up from the stage beneath her gave a burnish of copper to her hair and a warm light to her face.

She seemed of a fragile figure and with features regular and delicate.