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When Miss Stanley opened her hazel eyes the morning after the mischance on the way home from the theatre, her first waking impression was that something pleasant was to happen. She laughed at herself a little when complete wakefulness made her conscious that, after all, it was only Count Litvinoff's acquaintance and promised call which were answerable for that dreamy feeling of anticipated enjoyment.
She let her thoughts stray in his direction several times that day, and at the _table d'hôte_ looked out for him with interest. But he was not there. Bearing in mind Mr Stanley's invitation, Count Michael Litvinoff had thought it as well to absent himself from the _table d'hôte_. It would have been rather awkward to meet his new acquaintances at dinner and then to call on them immediately afterwards.