From behind the curtain of the box he tossed the chrysanthemum, which fell right at her feet.
"If she only sees it," he thought.
But apparently she didn't.

Going wearily to an old cupboard, she took out a crust of bread.

Then she drew the ragged curtains at the windows and lit a candle.

Simultaneously the entire attic was illuminated, for stage candles have remarkable powers of diffusing light.
"Why doesn't she pick up the flower ?" exclaimed Grace.

"If she doesn't the scheme won't work at all." "I believe she's going to die," whispered Nora in a broken voice.
Just then the Irish comedian appeared, puffing and blowing from the long climb he had had to the top of the house.