Undoubtedly a meeting must occur some time; as well now as later so that the haunting shadow would not remain ever before her.

The color stole slowly back into her cheeks as she stood twisting the paper between her fingers, her eyes darkening with returning courage.
"Where is the gentleman, Ben ?" she asked, steadying herself slightly against a fly.
"First box, Miss; right through that narrow door, yonder," and the man smiled, supposing he understood.

"Very convenient arrangement for the stage ladies." She paused, her hand resting upon the latch, in a final effort to quiet her rapid breathing and gain firmer control over her nerves.

This was to be a struggle for which she must steel herself.

She stepped quietly within, and stood, silent and motionless, amid the shadows of the drawn curtains, gazing directly at the sole occupant of the box, her dark eyes filled with contemptuous defiance.