Madame de Varigny found the effect upon her companions of this apparently innocent announcement distinctly interesting. It was as though a thrill of disconcerting consciousness ran through the other occupants of the box. Jean flushed suddenly and uncomfortably, and the dark, keen eyes that were watching from behind the fringe of dusky lashes noted an almost imperceptible change of expression flit across the faces of both Lady Anne and Tormarin. In neither case was the change altogether indicative of pleasure. Then, following quickly upon a bow of mutual recognition, the music of the orchestra suddenly ceased and the curtain went up for the second act. ***** Once more the curtain had fallen, and, to the hum of conversation suddenly released, the lights flashed up into being again over the auditorium. Simultaneously the door of Lady Anne’s box was opened from the corridor outside. “May I come in?” said a voice--a pleasant voice with a gay inflection of laughter running through it as though its owner were quite sure of his welcome--and Burke, big and striking-looking in his immaculate evening kit, his ruddy hair flaming wickedly under the electric lights, strolled into the box. He shook hands all round, his glance slightly quizzical as it met Jean’s, and then Lady Anne presented him to the Comtesse de Varigny. It almost seemed as though something, some mutual recognition of a kindred spirit, flashed from the warm southern-dark eyes to the fiery red-brown ones, and when, a minute or two later, Burke established himself in the seat next Jean, vacated by Nick, he murmured in a low tone: “Where did you find that Eastern-looking charmer? I feel convinced I could lose my heart to her without any effort.” Jean could hardly refrain from smiling. This was her first meeting with Burke since the occasion of the scene which had occurred between them in the little parlour at the “honeymooners’ inn,” and now he met her with as much composure and arrogant assurance as though nothing in the world, other than of a mutually pleasing and amicable nature, had taken place. It was so exactly like Burke, she reflected helplessly. “Then you had better go and make love to her,” she suggested. “There happens to be a husband in the background--a little hypochondriac with quite charming manners--but I don’t suppose you would consider that any obstacle.” “None,” retorted Burke placidly. “I’m quite certain she can’t be in love with him. Her taste would be more--robust, I should say. Where is she stopping?” “At Claridge’s. We met her there this evening. I knew her in Switzerland.” “Well, you shall all come out to supper with me to-morrow:---the Countess included.” Jean shook her head demurely. “We shall all be back at Staple to-morrow--the Countess excepted. You can take her.” “Then the supper must be to-night,” replied Burke serenely. “What are you doing in town, anyway?” asked Jean. “Is Judith with you?” “No. Came up to see my tailor”--laconically.