They walked into the vestibule without a word, and, avoiding many voluble friends who were letting off the steam as they gathered their coats and hats from a weary lady in a white cap, they threaded their way through the crowd and emerged into the street.

Just as they reached the portico, Julian suddenly started and laid his hand on Valentine's arm.
"What is it ?" asked Valentine, looking round.
"Ah! you're just too late.

He's gone!" "He--who ?" "Marr." "Oh," Valentine said, showing considerable interest; "I wish I had seen him.

Where was he sitting ?" "I haven't an idea.

Didn't know he was in the theatre." Doctor Levillier made an exception to his rule of being in bed by twelve o'clock that night, and accepted Valentine's invitation to sup in Victoria Street.