CHAPTER VIII.
The last rehearsal was over, a tedious dress rehearsal which had lasted all day and exhausted the patience of every one who had to do with it.
When Hilda had dressed for the street and came out of her dressing-room, she found Hugh MacConnell waiting for her in the corridor.
"The fog's thicker than ever, Hilda.

There have been a great many accidents to-day.

It's positively unsafe for you to be out alone.

Will you let me take you home ?" "How good of you, Mac.

If you are going with me, I think I'd rather walk.