She must have had a faint spell just now.

By Jove, I thought for a moment she was going to flop.

You 're looking pretty white about the lips yourself, ain't sick, are you ?" He shook his head, sinking back into his seat.

Hastily he opened the pages of the crushed programme, his hand shaking so he was scarcely able to decipher the printed lines.

Ah! there it was in black-faced type: "Renee la Roux--_Miss Beth Norvell_.".