here to-night, it is as though we parted yesterday, and I must see you once again before we go our separate ways. In case you still remember me, and on purpose to confuse you if you do not, I sign myself only
After Kessel had left her room, Lina, in a veritable fever of exaltation, lost no time in scribbling upon a piece of paper the words:
"I will meet you to-night. Anywhere and at any time. Wait for me outside the theater. I have a carriage. L. V."
"And the supper-party that is being given for the company to-night at the hotel?" Marie inquired.
"They can have supper without me. I shall be ill— tired—anything. And now hurry!"
The note had been sent to Lord Rochdale. Rosa had been congratulated. Kessel had been soothed. And now the curtain was ready to ring up on The Snow Bird.
"My shawl," said Lina. As she took it, she suddenly kissed Marie on both cheeks.
"The powder puff? Come, then."
The progress of Varsovina from her dressing-room to the stage assumed something of the character of a royal procession. Those strange, seedy-looking individuals whose sole purpose in life appears to be that of lurking with mysterious intent in the passages of theaters drew back at her approach, nudged one another and stared as though at the apparition of some ghostly queen. Stagehands stopped work to gape quite frankly at this great celebrity. The corps de ballet watched her inquisitively, anxious to ascertain whether or not her temper had been in any way affected by Rosa's success. But Lina was