CHAPTER 28
O
n the morrow, in the evening, Lord Warburton
went again to see his friends at their hotel, and
at this establishment he learned that they had gone
to the opera. He drove to the opera with the idea of
paying them a visit in their box after the easy Italian
fashion; and when he had obtained his admittance—
it was one of the secondary theatres—looked about
the large, bare, ill-lighted house. An act had just
terminated and he was at liberty to pursue his quest.
After scanning two or three tiers of boxes he perceived
in one of the largest of these receptacles a lady whom
he easily recognised. Miss Archer was seated facing
the stage and partly screened by the curtain of the
box; and beside her, leaning back in his chair, was Mr.
Gilbert Osmond. They appeared to have the place to
themselves, and Warburton supposed their companions
had taken advantage of the recess to enjoy the relative
coolness of the lobby. He stood a while with his eyes
on the interesting pair; he asked himself if he should
go up and interrupt the harmony. At last he judged
that Isabel had seen him, and this accident determined
him. There should be no marked holding off. He took
his way to the upper regions and on the staircase
met Ralph Touchett slowly descending, his hat at the
inclination of ennui and his hands where they usually
were.