"My God," Henry said to himself, "that beautiful woman married to this ... this swine!" "I'm thirty-one to-day, ole f'la," Lord Jasper continued, coming over to Henry and taking hold of his arm. "Thirty-one. I'm getting on in years, ole f'la, that's what I'm doing ... sere and yellow, so to speak ... and a chap my age doesn't want to be bothered with a damn play. He wants something ... something substansl!..." He fumbled over the word "substantial" and then fell on it. "Something substansl," he repeated. "Now, if you come with me!..." "I say, you mustn't talk so loudly," Henry warned him. "The curtain's gone up, and you'll disturb people...." "All right, ole f'la, all right. I won't say another word!" They stumbled along the passages to the door of the box, and entered as quietly as they could. "We thought you'd got lost," said Lady Cecily, smiling at Henry. "No ... no," he replied, "we didn't get lost!" 2 Gilbert was sitting in the seat where Jimphy had sat earlier in the evening. "Gilbert is going to stay here," said Lady Cecily. "Won't you stay, too, Mr. Quinn!" "Won't I be crowding you?..." he said. "Oh, no," she replied. "Jimphy doesn't want to see the play anyhow, and he'll be quite happy if he has some one to talk to in the bar between the acts!..." He felt the blood rushing violently to his head, and in his anger he almost got up and walked out of the box. That she should use him to keep her sottish husband entertained while she made love to Gilbert, filled him with a sensation that came near to hatred of her. Gilbert had not spoken since they returned to the box, but it was clear from his manner that there had been love-making.... He crushed down his anger, and stood behind Lady Cecily while the play went on. Her bare shoulders had a soft, warm look, in the subdued light ... he was conscious of beautifully shaped ears nestling in golden hair ... and the anger in him began to die. Once she moved slightly in her seat, and looked round as if she wanted to speak. He leant over her. "Do you want anything?" he asked. "My wrap," she said. He picked up the flimsy wrap and put it about her shoulders, and she turned to him and smiled and said, "Thank you!" and instantly all the anger in him perished. He had admired her before, admired her ardently, but now he knew that he loved her, must love her always.... There was a sound of heavy breathing, and he turned to look at Jimphy. "Wake him up," said Lady Cecily in a whisper. "Poor dear, he always goes to sleep when he's annoyed!" He tiptoed across the box and shook the sleeper's arm. "Eh? What is it?" Lord Jasper said, as he opened his eyes and gaped about him, and then, as he became conscious of his surroundings, he said, "Is it over yet?" "No. The second act isn't finished yet!" "Oh, Lord!" he groaned. "It'll be over in a few minutes!"