eminent divine was preaching a series of sermons against Social Corruption and she determined to go and hear him on the following Sunday.This train of thought was interrupted by the feeling that she was being intently observed from the neighbouring box. She turned around with a feint of speaking to Mrs. Lipscomb and met the bulging stare of Peter Van Degen. He was standing behind the lady of the eye-glass who had replaced her tortoise-shell implement by one of closely-set brilliants which at word from her companion she critically bent on Undine. No--I don't remember she said; and the girl reddened divining herself unidentified after this protracted scrutiny.But there was no doubt as to young Van Degen's remembering her. She was even conscious that he was trying to provoke in her some reciprocal sign of recognition; and the attempt drove her to the haughty study of her programme. Why there's Mr. Popple over there! exclaimed Mabel Lipscomb making large signs across the house with fan and play-bill.Undine had already become aware that Mabel planted blond and brimming too near the edge of the box was somehow out of scale and out of drawing; and the freedom of her demonstrations increased the effect of disproportion. No one else was wagging and waving in that way: a gestureless mute telegraphy seemed to pass between the other boxes,cheap vans shoes. Still Undine could not help following Mrs. Lipscomb's glance and there in fact was Claud Popple taller and more dominant than ever and bending easily over what she felt must be the back of a brilliant woman.He replied by a discreet salute to Mrs. Lipscomb's intemperate motions and Undine saw the brilliant woman's opera-glass turn in their direction and said to herself that in a moment Mr,red vans. Popple would be round. But the entr'acte wore on and no one turned the handle of their door or disturbed the peaceful somnolence of Harry Lipscomb who not being as he put it onto grand opera had abandoned the struggle and withdrawn to the seclusion of the inner box. Undine jealously watched Mr. Popple's progress from box to box from brilliant woman to brilliant woman; but just as it seemed about to carry him to their door he reappeared at his original post across the house. Undie do look--there's Mr. Marvell! Mabel began again with another conspicuous outbreak of signalling; and this time Undine flushed to the nape as Mrs. Peter Van Degen appeared in the opposite box with Ralph Marvell behind her,vans sk8. The two seemed to be alone in the box--as they had doubtless been alone all the evening!--and Undine furtively turned to see if Mr. Van Degen shared her disapproval. But Mr. Van Degen had disappeared and Undine leaning forward nervously touched Mabel's arm. What's the matter. Undine? Don't you see Mr. Marvell over there? Is that his sister he's with? No.--I wouldn't beckon like that Undine whispered between her teeth. Why not? Don't you want him to know you're here? Yes--but the other people are not beckoning. Mabel looked about unabashed. Perhaps they've all found each other. Shall I send Harry over to tell him?Related articles:

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