Meanwhile Fire and Death went three times around the room. Then Fire paused near a little corner tête-à-tête sofa, on which a young girl, dressed as Janet Foster the little Puritan, was seated quite alone; and turning to her escort, she said:
“I am tired and thirsty. I will take this vacant seat for a while and trouble you to go and fetch me a glass of lemonade.”
“With pleasure!” gallantly assented Death, starting off promptly and zealously to execute her commands.
Sybil seated herself beside the young girl on the sofa, and laying her hand upon her shoulder, whispered:
“Trix.”
“There!” exclaimed the girl, starting. “Every one knows me, even you.”
“Well, everybody knows me also, even you,” said Sybil.
“It is very provoking.”
“Very.”
“When I had taken so much pains to disguise myself too.”