He'd won her confidence by pretending to be my cousin--why, God knows, nor why that should have made the lassie trust him.

I had to break the truth to her, and it was terrible to see her grief.
"Oh!" she cried.

"Then he has lied to me! And I trusted him utterly-- with everything I could!" It was an awkward and painful position for me--the worst I can bring to mind.

That the scoundrel should have used my name made matters worse, from my point of view.

The puir lassie was in no condition to leave the theatre when it came time for my turn, so I sent for one o' the lady dressers and arranged for her to be cared for till later.
Then, after my turn, I went back, and learned the whole story.
It was an old story enough.