"How are you this evening? Come to see the piece again?"

"Come to see you."

"Get along; I don't believe you," she said, and she passed back to her
place, and continued talking to the soldier as steadily as her many
occupations would allow her.

A few moments after the bell rang, and Frank went upstairs annoyed.

"Oh, so it is you; you have come back," said Helen, turning; "sit down
here. Nellie Farren has just sung such an exquisitely funny song; they
have encored it; just listen to it, do," and Helen fixed her opera
glass on the actress. The light and shadow played about her neck andarm
in beautiful variations, but noticing nothing, Frank leaned
forward.

"Isn't it funny; isn't it delightfully funny?"

"Yes, it is funny."

Having heard one song they listened to the rest of the act. "Now give
me my cloak. Thank you, and now give me your arm." Frank complied.
"You will come home to Green Street with me, and have some supper?"

"I am afraid, I am sorry I can't; I must get home early to-night."

"You have a key, you surely can get in at any hour."