I will call Schreiermeyer.' She stood still a moment longer, looking down at the dead face, and she wondered what it all meant, and why the poor girl had sent for her, and what it was that Mr.Van Torp had done.

Then she turned very slowly and went out.
'Dead, I suppose,' said Schreiermeyer as soon as he saw the Primadonna's face.

'Her relations won't get here in time.' Margaret nodded in silence and went on through the lobby.
'The rehearsal is at eleven,' the manager called out after her, in his wooden voice.
She nodded again, but did not look back.

Griggs had waited in order to take her back to her dressing-room, and the two crossed the stage together.

It was almost quite dark now, and the carpenters were gone away.
'Thank you,' Margaret said.