The mother glared at the daughter. She looked as though she were about
to speak, but she only said, "Pshaw!"
There was a minute or two of silence. Herod stood with his hands in his
pockets. "Was Corry King here, do you know?" he said, at last.
Herodias shook her head. Then Herod turned away and walked across
the room towards the library. Just as he was about to quit the room,
Herodias spoke again. "Did you get that box for the opera to-night?"
He stopped at the door and turned. "Yes, I did," he said.
"Did you leave orders for the carriage?"
"Yes; I ordered it for eight o'clock, sharp." Then he went on out of
the room.