little indiscreet.

"I find you amusing, _ma chere_," she remarked. "Since when have you
developed scruples?"

Louise turned towards the door.

"You do not understand," she said. "Come!"




CHAPTER IX

A BOX AT THE ALHAMBRA


The Baroness lowered her lorgnettes and turned towards Wrayson.

"There is a man" she remarked, "in the stalls, who finds us apparently
more interesting than the performance. I do not see very well even
with my glasses, but I fancy, no! I am quite sure, that his face is
familiar to me."

Wrayson leaned forward from his seat in the back of the box and looked
downward. There was no mistaking the person indicated by the Baroness,
nor was it possible to doubt his obvious interest in their little party.
Wrayson frowned slightly as he returned his greeting.

"Ah, then, you know him," the Baroness declared. "It is a friend,