Beyond the Rocks

Theodora did not wonder why she felt in no exalted state of spirits as

she dressed for dinner. She seldom thought of herself at all, or what

her emotions were, but the fact remained there was none of the

excitement there had been over the prospect of breakfast. Her husband,

on the contrary, seemed quite fussy.

"A devilish fine woman," he had described Mrs. McBride. "Acts like a

tonic upon me; does me more good than a pint of champagne!"

"Is she not delightful?" agreed Theodora; "so very kind and gay. I am

sure the dinner will do you good, Josiah, and perhaps we might give one

in return. What do you say?"

Josiah said, "Certainly!" He could give a meal with the best of them!

They would consult that father of hers, who knew Paris so well, and ask

him to help them to arrange a regular "slap-up treat."

And so they arrived at Armenonville. It was a divine night, quite warm,

and a soft three-quarter moon.

Mrs. McBride had everything arranged to perfection. Their table was just

where it should be, the menu was all that heart of gourmet could desire,

and the company sparkling.

Theodora found herself seated beside Mr. Harryman Hoggenwater and an

elderly Austrian, and before the hors d'oeuvres were cleared away

both gentlemen had decided to make love to her.

It was when the bisque d'écrevisses was being handed she became

conscious that, not two tables off, there was an empty one simply

arranged with flowers, and almost at the same instant Lord Bracondale

and his party arrived upon the scene.

All Theodora's perceptions seemed to be sharpened. She knew without

turning her head the table was for them, and that they were advancing

towards it. She had felt their arrival almost before their automobile

stopped; and now she would not look up.

A strange sensation, as of excitement, tingled through her. She longed

to ascertain if the woman was good-looking who made the third in this

party of three. She peeped eventually--with the corner of her eye. Lord

Bracondale had so placed his guests that he himself faced Theodora, and

the lady had her back turned to her.

Thus Theodora's curiosity could not be gratified.

"She is English," she decided; "that round shaped back always is--and

very well-bred looking, and not much taste in dress. I wonder if she is

old or young--and if that is the husband. Yes, he is unattractive--it

must be the husband--and oh, I wonder what they are talking about! Lord

Bracondale seems so interested!"