The blood came surging through her veins.
And suddenly something lying hidden there leaped to life within her brain.

A mad desire surged hold of her to rise and shout defiance at those three thousand pairs of hostile eyes confronting her.

She clutched at the arms of her chair and so kept her seat.

The pibroch ended with its wild sad notes of wailing, and slowly the mist cleared from her eyes, and the stage was empty.

A strange hush had fallen on the house.
She was not aware that her hostess had been watching her.