ten minutes past
nine
The Baron smiled . `` We have broken the ice for them , '' he said , `` but I am afraid that we are already forgotten . '' Wrayson looked anxiously at his watch . It was already ten minutes past nine , and although he was standing on the precise spot indicated , there was no one about who in the least resembled the young woman of whom he was in search . The overture to the ballet was being played , a good many people were strolling about , or seated at the small round tables , but they were all of the usual class , the ladies ornate and obvious , and all having the air of _ habitués _ . In vain Wrayson scanned the faces of the passers-by , and even the occupants of the back seats . There was no sign of the young woman of whom he was in search .