"Are you ill, madame?"
That voice! It was one from her happy past. It stirred a pulse in Kathleen's heart, and she turned toward him wildly, her dark eyes opening wide upon his anxious face.
The flaring lights from some place of amusement shone into the cab and showed her his features.
"Teddy Darrell!" she murmured, in a feeble tone of amazement.
"Good heavens! you know me!" he exclaimed. "Who are you?"
She held out her white hands to him with an entreating gesture.
"Don't you know me? Don't you remember Kathleen Carew?" she cried, faintly.
"Kathleen Carew is dead!" he answered, blankly.
"No, no; she lives! It was a mistake. I was in a trance, and I escaped from my coffin and ran away into the woods," whispered the girl, rapidly regaining the strength to speak.