She smiled, reflecting. "We were children
put out to nurse and breathe new air in the country, and now we are
coming home, vigorous, and full-grown."
She studied the audience for some minutes, and, as her glance wandered
over the stalls, it took in more than one marked variety of type.
Suddenly it fell on a face she delightedly recognised. It was that of
the nice, speculative-eyed Westerner they had seen enjoying himself in
Bond Street.
"Rosy," she said, "there is the Western man we love. Near the end of the
fourth row."
Lady Anstruthers looked for him with eagerness.
"Oh, I see him! Next to the big one with the reddish hair."
Betty turned her attention to the man in question, whom she had not
chanced to notice. She uttered an exclamation of surprise and interest.
"The big man with the red hair. How lovely that they should chance to
sit side by side--the big one is Lord Mount Dunstan!"
The necessity of seeing his solicitors, who happened to be Messrs.
Townlinson & Sheppard, had brought Lord Mount Dunstan to town. After a
day devoted to business affairs, he had been attracted by the idea of
going to the theatre to see again a play he had already seen in New
York. It would interest him to observe its exact effect upon a London
audience.
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