To carry his extravagance and dissipation still further, Hugh now betook himself to the pit of the Olympic Theatre; and no one could have laughed more heartily, or cried more helplessly, that night, than he; for he gave himself wholly up to the influences of the ruler of the hour, the admirable Robson.  But what was his surprise when, standing up at the close of the first act, and looking around and above him, he saw, unmistakeably, the same remarkable countenance looking down upon him from the front row of the gallery.  He continued his circuit of observation, trying to discover the face of Funkelstein in the boxes or circles; but involuntarily he turned his gaze back to the strange countenance, which still seemed bent towards his.  The curtain rose, and during the second act he forgot all about everything else.  At its close he glanced up to the gallery again, and there was the face still, and still looking at him.  At the close of the third act it had vanished, and he saw nothing more of it that evening.  When the after-piece was over, for he sat it out, he walked quietly home, much refreshed.  He had needed some relaxation, after many days of close and continuous labour.

But awfully solemn was the face of good Miss Talbot, as she opened the door for him at midnight.  Hugh took especial pains with his boots and the door-mat, but it was of no use:  the austerity of her countenance would not relax in the least.  So he took his candle and walked up-stairs to his room, saying only as he went —­ being unable to think of anything else: 

“Good night, Miss Talbot.”

But no response proceeded from the offended divinity of the place.

He went to bed, somewhat distressed at the behaviour of Miss Talbot, for he had a weakness for being on good terms with everybody.  But he resolved to have it out with her next morning; and so fell asleep and dreamed of the strange man who had watched him at the theatre.

He rose next morning at the usual time.  But his breakfast was delayed half an hour; and when it came, the maid waited upon him, and not her mistress, as usual.  When he had finished, and she returned to take away the ruins, he asked her to say to her mistress that he wanted to speak to her.  She brought back a message, which she delivered with some difficulty, and evidently under compulsion —­ that if Mr. Sutherland wanted to speak to her, he would find her in the back parlour.  Hugh went down instantly, and found Miss Talbot in a doubly frozen condition, her face absolutely blue with physical and mental cold combined.  She waited for him to speak.  Hugh began: 

“Miss Talbot, it seems something is wrong between you and me.”

“Yes, Mr. Sutherland.”

“Is it because I was rather late last night.”

“Rather late, Mr. Sutherland?”

Miss Talbot showed no excitement.  With her, the thermometer, in place of rising under the influence of irritation, steadily sank.