The box was large, and there was room for him to remain if he would sit a little behind and in the dark.

He did so for half an hour, while Mr.Osmond remained in front, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, just behind Isabel.

Lord Warburton heard nothing, and from his gloomy corner saw nothing but the clear profile of this young lady defined against the dim illumination of the house.

When there was another interval no one moved.

Mr.Osmond talked to Isabel, and Lord Warburton kept his corner.