"You have got a bad chill." "Oh no, I would rather stay.

It is nothing, and the best part of the opera is to come." Corona spoke quietly enough.

Her strong nerves had already recovered from the shock she had experienced, and she could command her voice.

She did not want to go home; on the contrary, the brilliant lights and the music served for a time to soothe her.

If there had been a ball that night she would have gone to it; she would have done anything that would take her thoughts from herself.