She dragged herself up and dressed slowly. She remembered that there
was to be a gala performance at the Hippodrome that night in honour of
the presence of one of the Infantas, her husband and suite, who were
passing through the town, and had announced their intention of being
present. For all the performers it meant more work and an extra
rehearsal.
When Emile came in they shared their coffee and rolls together. She
was thankful that he made no reference to her passionate outburst of
the night before. He was outwardly as curt and dictatorial as ever,
and neither of them discussed the affairs of the Brotherhood.
"I must go down to practise," Arithelli said after a while. "Shall you
be there to-night? You know there is to be a grand performance in
honour of the loyalties?"
"No," answered Emile, "I shall be busy. Besides, the Royalties will be
safer if I'm _not_ there! We don't trouble ourselves about these
particular ones though. They're not important enough."
"I'm sorry you're not coming," Arithelli answered.
Emile ungratefully disregarded the implied compliment, and threw out a
blunt, "Why?"
"I don't quite know.
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