Suddenly her eyes meet mine and I see Hester Chaffin standing there on the stage and looking into my face.

She recognizes me, for she seems confused and proceeds with evident embarrassment.
I turned to Rayel--he, too, was deeply moved by this great surprise.
"Our woman has come to life," said he, in tremulous whispers.

"I knew we would see her sometime." How she had changed! She was little more than a child when I saw her last: now she was almost a woman, but not more beautiful than when I bade her good-by in the moonlight at her father's gate--long, long ago, it seemed to me now.

Was the scene I had witnessed a passage in her own life since I had left Liverpool?
At the close of the act an usher carried my card to her.

Presently I was summoned to one of the corridors where a lady was waiting for me.
"Is this Kendric Lane ?" she asked, extending her hand.
"It is," I responded.
"I have heard of you often.