"No, Mr. Leigh; what I told you then I repeat now. Time has made no change."
The opera ended, the curtain fell, and an enthusiastic audience called out the popular prima donna.
While bouquets were showered upon her, Mr. Manning stooped and put his hand on Edna's:
"Shall I throw your tribute for you?"
She hastily caught the bouquet from his fingers, and replied:
"Oh! no, thank you! I am so selfish, I can not spare it."
"I shall call at ten o'clock to-morrow to deliver your letter," said
Gordon, as he stood hat in hand.
"I shall be glad to see you, Mr. Leigh."
He shook hands with her and with Mr. Manning, to whom she had introduced him, and left the box.
Sir Roger Percival gave his arm to Mrs. Andrews, and the editor drew Edna's cloak over her shoulders, took her hand and led her down the steps.