If she had come with Mrs.Meldrum that lady would have taken advantage of the interval to pay a visit to some other box--doubtless the box at which Flora had just been looking.

Mrs.Meldrum didn't account for the jewels, but the revival of Flora's beauty accounted for anything.

She presently moved her eyes over the house, and I felt them brush me again like the wings of a dove.

I don't know what quick pleasure flickered into the hope that she would at last see me.

She did see me: she suddenly bent forward to take up the little double-barrelled ivory glass that rested on the edge of the box and to all appearance fix me with it.