Then you will bring Mr.Drake,' she turned to Conway as he rose and moved towards the door.

Mr.Le Mesurier had resumed his conversation with Fielding, and beyond a slight movement of impatience, he gave no sign that he had heard the words.
'After the next act,' said Conway, and he went out.
Mallinson picked up the fan and laid it upon the ledge of the box.
'I lied to you that evening,' he whispered in a low faltering tone.

'I have no excuse--Can't you guess why I lied ?' There was a feeling behind the words, genuine by the ring of it, and to feeling Clarice was by nature responsive.

Mallinson saw the mischief die out of her face, the eyelids droop until the lashes touched the cheek.
Then she raised them again, tenderness flowered in her eyes.
'Perhaps,' she said.
She turned from him and watched Conway making his way along the row of stalls.

Drake was already in his seat.
'Then why didn't Mr.Drake come if you asked him ?' she said with a quick change of tone.
'He gave no reason beyond that it was his first night in London.' Miss Le Mesurier looked again at Drake.