At that dreadful moment her beauty shone out again with a gleam of its old glory.

The grand woman, who in the old stage days had held thousands breathless over the mimic woes of the scene, stood there grander than ever, in her own woe, and held the three people who looked at her breathless till she spoke again.
The servant came in with the desk.

She took out a paper and handed it to Lady Jane.
"I was a singer on the stage," she said, "when I was a single woman.

The slander to which such women are exposed doubted my marriage.

I provided myself with the paper in your hand.