e are going to the theatre to-night, Mr. Goodchild, and we came to see
if you would join us."

"Well, Philamore and I had agreed--"

"Oh, both of you join us, won't you?"

Philamore having expressed himself as quite agreeable to the
arrangement, it was settled they should all go to the theatre.

CHAPTER XXVI.

MARJORIE WILLIAMSON.

Punctually to time, the girls arrived at the "Metropole," and, picking
up the boys, they drove on to the "Grosvenor" for Goody and his friend.
It was a tight squeeze to find seating room for all, but the Criterion
Theatre was not far away, and Hil laughingly insisted on taking all of
them. Thus, for the third time, the five chief characters of this
veracious history were in each other's company, though on this occasion
four were known to each other, and the fifth a stranger, but knowing
well himself in whose company he was. They were comfortably settled in
their box as the curtain rose, and all eyes were turned to the stage in
eager anticipation of the appearance of the actress who had been so much
talked about. When she did appear, two of the party gave a start; Reg in
wonder where he had seen the face before, and Wyck in astonishment, for
the familiar face and voice recalled old memories.

"I have seen that face somewhere before," said Reg to Hil, "but I can't
think where. The programme styles her 'Mrs. Montague,' but that does not
give me a clue."

"You may have seen her in London," she suggested.

"Wasn't her name Marjorie Williamson?" whispered Mr. Philamore, as he
laid aside the opera-glasses through which he had been gazing intensely.

"That's she; the very same. By Jove, I am glad," added Reg, excitedly.

"Hush," said Hal, for Reg had raised his voice, and unpleasant glances
were cast in the direction of their box.

During the first act, Reg remained so engrossed in his thoughts that he
left the play unheeded. He was only roused from his reverie by the
vociferous applause that brought the actress twice before the curtain.
Her success was now assured, much to his delight.

The boys, accompanied by Goody and Philamore, left for the saloon during
the interval and the girls found themselves alone.

"What do you think of him?" asked Hil.

"I can't say. I don't like red hair," answered May.

"He can't help that. I thought him rather pleasant."

"How strange that Reg should recognise this lady."

"And Mr. Philamore knows her too. He said her name was Marjorie
Wi