The novelty of an evening's entertainment, conducted from beginning to end by the unaided exertions of a young lady (see advertisement), roused the public curiosity, and the seats were moderately well filled.

As good luck would have it, no letter addressed to Miss Vanstone came that day.

She was in full possession of herself until she got the first dress on and heard the bell ring for the music.
At that critical moment she suddenly broke down.

I found her alone in the waiting-room, sobbing, and talking like a child.

"Oh, poor papa! poor papa! Oh, my God, if he saw me now!" My experience in such matters at once informed me that it was a case of sal-volatile, accompanied by sound advice.