As the gas lamps slowly came back on, Ophelia no longer saw Farouk, limply closing his notebook; or Berenilde, coming towards her in a graceful rippling of dress; or Aunt Rosaline, gesticulating wildly at her with her parasol.
She saw only Thorn in his big, black uniform, at the very back of the auditorium, well hidden from view. He was not applauding.