“Oh! I will withdraw! I know that my presence is not ever welcome, though I am not always so easily got rid of!” answered Death as, with a low inclination of his head, he went away.
“Oh! I breathe again! I live again!” murmured Rosa, with a sigh of relief.
“And now you are sufficiently rested, the music is striking up for a lively quadrille, and so, if you please, we will join the dancers and dance away dull care!” said Lyon Berners, rising and offering his arm to Rosa Blondelle.
She arose and took his arm.
(Sybil, in her little Puritan’s dress moved after them.)
He led her to the head of a set that was about to be formed.
“Oh! there she is!” suddenly exclaimed Rosa.
“Who?”
“Sybil.”