Curiosity moved a gentleman, when the curtain fell, to go and ask Mrs. Carew about it.
"I am as much amazed as you are," she replied.
"Then you can not tell me who she is," he said, regretfully.
"She is masquerading under the name of my dead step-daughter, and pretends to be resurrected from a trance, or something like that. We first heard about it yesterday," was Mrs. Carew's curt reply.
"Then you have not seen her until to-night?"
"No," nervously.
"Shall you acknowledge her, Mrs. Carew?"
"No. She is an impostor, and we will have nothing to do with the minx."
"Speak for yourself, mamma," said Alpine, pertly. "I'm not sure she's an impostor, for it is Kathleen's face and her very gestures. I am going over to Mrs. Stone's box and find out the truth for myself, if Mr. Layne will take me."
She rose, drawing the blue wrap about her white shoulders. Mrs. Carew stared aghast.