"I hear you were lunching with Meer to-day," he said. "Was that part of his prescription?" Something in her face so entirely pure and at the same time so piteous, made him refrain from saying more. He had once seen much the same expression in his own daughter’s face when she had shyly told him that some one had proposed to her and was coming for his consent. "Damn it all," he reflected. "She’s going to fall in love like any ordinary girl!" Aloud he said, "Meer isn’t a marrying sort, you know." Alexandra bent her head as she passed him. Bernard Meer was in the stalls that night. She saw him looking at her. Once he smiled, and, trembling, she smiled back, and despised herself for smiling, since now like nearly all the others she had "a friend" in the house. XXXVII Prince’s was filling up for supper. The diapason of many voices, the tinkle of silver and glass, merged pleasantly with the music of the band; the sound was like a pæan of praise to Amphitryon. Maggy and Woolf occupied a table at the end of the room opposite the balcony. The latter had been back about ten days, and Maggy was happy again. She lived so entirely in the present that she had actually and honestly forgotten to tell him about her visit to Purton Towers. Of Chalfont she had seen nothing more. Woolf so filled her thoughts that, for once, she was even out of touch with Alexandra. A minute or two at night between entrances and exits was all they were able to give to one another. Then Maggy’s one subject was "her Fred," and Alexandra’s reserve kept her silent about Bernard Meer. "Look over there," said Woolf rather suddenly. His straying eyes, ever in search of youth and beauty, had lit on a face he knew. "Where?" asked Maggy, gazing about at random. "On your left. Four tables away." Maggy gave a start of astonishment when at last she discerned Alexandra with a man, a highly-presentable man, rather stern of face, good-looking and comparatively young. Her Lexie with a man! She stared, tongue-tied. "See her?" asked Woolf, and broke the spell of silence that held her. Maggy in her excitement half rose from her chair and called a greeting to Alexandra. Until then, the latter, though fully prepared to see Maggy in such a place, had been unaware of her presence. At the sound of her voice she looked up, nodded and smiled. Meer, turning to see who had attracted her attention, gave Maggy a glance full of interest. It was evident to him that she and Alexandra were something more than mere acquaintances. "What a striking-looking girl," he said. "Who is she?" "Her name is Maggy Delamere," replied Alexandra. "We used to live together at Sidey Street." "And now?" "She has a flat," she said with a little constraint. "Is she on the stage?" "Yes. At the Pall Mall. Haven’t you noticed her? She’s in the front row." "I didn’t know De Freyne had any married women in his chorus," said Meer thoughtfully.