The fact is, she's feeling rather seedy, poor child.

Westmere and I were back after the first act, and we thought she seemed quite uncertain of herself.

A little attack of nerves, possibly." He bowed as the warning bell rang, and Mainhall whispered: "You know Lord Westmere, of course,--the stooped man with the long gray mustache, talking to Lady Dowle.

Lady Westmere is very fond of Hilda." When they reached their box the house was darkened and the orchestra was playing "The Cloak of Old Gaul." In a moment Peggy was on the stage again, and Alexander applauded vigorously with the rest.

He even leaned forward over the rail a little.