CHAPTER VIII.
MAXINE ACTS ON THE STAGE AND OFF How I got through the play on that awful night, I don't know.
When I went onto the stage to take up my cue, soon after the beginning of the first act, my brain was a blank.

I could not remember a single line that I had to say.

I couldn't even see through the dazzling mist which floated before my eyes, to recognise Raoul in the box where I knew he would be sitting unless--something had happened.

But presently I was conscious of one pair of hands clapping more than all the rest.

Yes, Raoul was there.