She answered, evasively:
“Yes.”
CHAPTER XX.
LOVE AND LOSS.
Meanwhile, Everard Dawn flung himself into a cab and hurried to the theater, his mind divided between thoughts of his daughter and the magnificent woman he had left behind him.
Arrived at the theater, he purchased a ticket, and entered just as the last act was being performed; but without glancing at the stage, he threw a hurried, anxious glance around the glittering horseshoe in search of Cinthia’s face.
To his surprise and unutterable relief, he presently beheld her fair face and shining hair half hidden behind the sweeping curtain in a private box, from which she watched the stage with kindling eyes of delight.
Quickly he made his way to her side, and she glanced around at him with suddenly gloomy eyes of fear and dislike.
Bending over her, he whispered, agitatedly:
“Cinthia, do not look at me so coldly and angrily. I am your father.”
“You do well to remind me of your claim,” she answered, bitterly, turning her glance back to the stage.