She stood for some moments lost in the joy of it when a voice behind her brought her back to the commonplace.
"Very lovely, isn't it ?" A thin-faced Englishman of uncertain age and yellow, evil eyes met her glance as she turned instinctively.
"Yes, it's beautiful," she replied coldly; "but that is no reason why you should take the liberty of speaking to me." "I couldn't help sharing my emotions with another, especially one so beautiful.

You seem to be alone here ?" Now she remembered having seen him before--rather frequently.

The previous evening he had somewhat ostentatiously selected a table near hers at dinner.

He had watched her as she had left the theater and followed her to the lift door.

He had been watching for his opportunity and now thought it had come.