But before Corthell could say anything more Landry Court and Page came up.

“We’ve been looking for you,” said the young girl quietly. Page was displeased. She took herself and her sister⁠—in fact, the whole scheme of existence⁠—with extraordinary seriousness. She had no sense of humour. She was not tolerant; her ideas of propriety and the amenities were as immutable as the fixed stars. A fine way for Laura to act, getting off into corners with Sheldon Corthell. It would take less than that to make talk. If she had no sense of her obligations to Mrs. Cressler, at least she ought to think of the looks of things.

“They’re beginning again,” she said solemnly. “I should think you’d feel as though you had missed about enough of this opera.”

They returned to the box. The rest of the party were reassembling.