"Exactly."
"And she is—"
"That is a mystery—as yet, but I have my suspicions. She brushed past me in a crowd, and I thought I felt her hand upon my velvet cloak, but as I never suspected the garment contained a pocket, I gave it no further thought. Had I the remotest idea—what had happened there might have been a disturbance. But the talk we heard just now gave me a clue."
"Hush!" exclaimed Cora, and she shivered slightly in her rather thin costume. "Here come Paul and Belle. I have penetrated their disguises. Isn't Paul splendid as Marc Anthony? and Belle makes a perfectly classical Psyche."
"And Walter?" asked Ed with a veiled hint of jealousy in his tones.
"It was horrid of him to play the clown."
"But I like him best in some such humble role," spoke Ed.
"I wish you had not discovered me," went on Cora. "It would be such fun to hear things, and say things, in some other character than ourselves."
"But I could not find, even in the Rosebud, a fairer type than that of Jack's real sister," he replied gallantly.
"There's the supper gong!" exclaimed Cora; "and I must hurry away, as I have my duties to look after. Oh, but I'm so glad about the money. I wish it were all back. Are you going to make this public?"