become of her sister. But it was as if the ladies opposite had arranged themselves, had arranged their curtains, on purpose to frustrate such an attempt: it was impossible to her even to assure herself of what she had begun to suspect, that Selina was now not with them. If she was not with them where in the world had she gone? As the moments elapsed, before Mr. Wendovcr's return, she went to the door of the box and stood watching the lobby, for the chance that he would bring back the absentee. Presently she saw him coming alone, and something in the expression of his face made her step out into the lobby to meet him. He was smiling, but he looked embarrassed and strange, especially when he saw her standing there as if she wished to leave the place.
'I hope you don't want to go,' he said, holding the door for her to pass back into the box.
'Where are they—where are they?' she demanded, remaining in the corridor.
'I saw our friend—he has found a place in the stalls, near the door by which you go into them—just here under us.'
'And does he like that better?'
Mr. Wendovcr's smile became perfunctory as he looked down at her. 'Mrs. Berrington has made such an amusing request of him.'
'An amusing request?'
'She made him promise not to come back.'
'Made him promise———?' Laura stared.
'She asked him—as a particular favour to her—not to join us again. And he said he wouldn't.'
'Ah, the monster!' Laura exclaimed, blushing crimson.
