St. Maurice now came up to excuse himself to the young Duke for not attending at the Alhambra to-night. ‘Sophy could not bear it,’ he whispered: ‘she had got her head full of the most ridiculous fancies, and it was in vain to speak: so he had promised to give up that, as well as Crockford’s.’
This reminded our hero of his party, and the purpose of his entering the opera. He determined not to leave Caroline till her carriage was called; and he began to think that he really must go to the Alhambra, after all. He resolved to send them off at an early hour.
‘Anything new to-night, Henry?’ asked his Grace, of Lord St. Maurice. ‘I have just come in.’
‘Oh! then you have seen them?’
‘Seen whom?’
‘The most knowing forestieri we ever had. We have been speaking of nothing else the whole evening.
