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“
Oh
,
come
,
come
!
We
mustn
’
t
miss
it
!
”
Instantly
forgetful
of
the
Farlows
,
she
slipped
her
arm
through
his
and
turned
to
push
her
way
back
to
the
theatre
.
As
soon
as
the
curtain
went
up
she
as
promptly
forgot
her
companion
.
Watching
her
from
the
corner
to
which
he
had
returned
,
Darrow
saw
that
great
waves
of
sensation
were
beating
deliciously
against
her
brain
.
It
was
as
though
every
starved
sensibility
were
throwing
out
feelers
to
the
mounting
tide
;
as
though
everything
she
was
seeing
,
hearing
,
imagining
,
rushed
in
to
fill
the
void
of
all
she
had
always
been
denied
.
Darrow
,
as
he
observed
her
,
again
felt
a
detached
enjoyment
in
her
pleasure
.
She
was
an
extraordinary
conductor
of
sensation
:
she
seemed
to
transmit
it
physically
,
in
emanations
that
set
the
blood
dancing
in
his
veins
.
He
had
not
often
had
the
opportunity
of
studying
the
effects
of
a
perfectly
fresh
impression
on
so
responsive
a
temperament
,
and
he
felt
a
fleeting
desire
to
make
its
chords
vibrate
for
his
own
amusement
.
At
the
end
of
the
next
act
she
discovered
with
dismay
that
in
their
transit
to
the
café
she
had
lost
the
beautiful
pictured
programme
he
had
bought
for
her
.
She
wanted
to
go
back
and
hunt
for
it
,
but
Darrow
assured
her
that
he
would
have
no
trouble
in
getting
her
another
.
When
he
went
out
in
quest
of
it
she
followed
him
protestingly
to
the
door
of
the
box
,
and
he
saw
that
she
was
distressed
at
the
thought
of
his
having
to
spend
an
additional
franc
for
her
.
This
frugality
smote
Darrow
by
its
contrast
to
her
natural
bright
profusion
;
and
again
he
felt
the
desire
to
right
so
clumsy
an
injustice
.
When
he
returned
to
the
box
she
was
still
standing
in
the
doorway
,
and
he
noticed
that
his
were
not
the
only
eyes
attracted
to
her
.
Then
another
impression
sharply
diverted
his
attention
.
Above
the
fagged
faces
of
the
Parisian
crowd
he
had
caught
the
fresh
fair
countenance
of
Owen
Leath
signalling
a
joyful
recognition
.
The
young
man
,
slim
and
eager
,
had
detached
himself
from
two
companions
of
his
own
type
,
and
was
seeking
to
push
through
the
press
to
his
step
-
mother
’
s
friend
.
The
encounter
,
to
Darrow
,
could
hardly
have
been
more
inopportune
;
it
woke
in
him
a
confusion
of
feelings
of
which
only
the
uppermost
was
allayed
by
seeing
Sophy
Viner
,
as
if
instinctively
warned
,
melt
back
into
the
shadow
of
their
box
.
A
minute
later
Owen
Leath
was
at
his
side
.
“
I
was
sure
it
was
you
!
Such
luck
to
run
across
you
!
Won
’
t
you
come
off
with
us
to
supper
after
it
’
s
over
?
Montmartre
,
or
wherever
else
you
please
.
Those
two
chaps
over
there
are
friends
of
mine
,
at
the
Beaux
Arts
;
both
of
them
rather
good
fellows
—
and
we
’
d
be
so
glad
—
—
”
For
half
a
second
Darrow
read
in
his
hospitable
eye
the
termination
“
if
you
’
d
bring
the
lady
too
”
;
then
it
deflected
into
:
“
We
’
d
all
be
so
glad
if
you
’
d
come
.
”
