It was empty; a gas-flame, in its glass prison, cast a red and suspicious light into the surrounding darkness, without succeeding in dispelling it.

And the dancer slammed the door again, with a deep sigh.
"No," she said, "there is no one there." "Still, we saw him!" Jammes declared, returning with timid little steps to her place beside Sorelli.

"He must be somewhere prowling about.

I shan't go back to dress.

We had better all go down to the foyer together, at once, for the 'speech,' and we will come up again together." And the child reverently touched the little coral finger-ring which she wore as a charm against bad luck, while Sorelli, stealthily, with the tip of her pink right thumb-nail, made a St.Andrew's cross on the wooden ring which adorned the fourth finger of her left hand.