The Golden Slipper, and Other Problems for Violet Strange

"She's here! I thought she would be. She's one of the three young ladies you see in the right-hand box near the proscenium." The gentleman thus addressed-a man of middle age and a member of the most exclusive clubs-turned his opera glass toward the spot designated, and in some astonishment retorted: "She? Why those are the Misses Pratt and-" "Miss Violet Strange; no other." "And do you mean to say-"