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This was most assuredly through no fault of hers. It was at
Shelbyville that she first spoke to him, first gave him the earliest
intimation that she even so much as recognized his presence in the
company. The house that particular night was crowded to the doors, and
she, completing a piece of work which left her cheeks flushed, her
slender form trembling from intense emotion, while the prolonged
applause thundered after her from the front, stepped quickly into the
gloomy shadows of the wings, and thus came face to face with Winston.
His eyes were glowing with unconcealed appreciation of her art.
Perhaps the quick reaction had partially unstrung her nerves, for she
spoke with feverish haste at sight of his uprolled sleeves and coarse
woollen shirt.
"How does it occur that you are always standing directly in my passage
whenever I step from the stage?" she questioned impetuously. "Is there
no other place where you can wait to do your work except in my exit?"
For a brief moment the surprised man stood hesitating, hat in hand.


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