"Oh, yes—excellent. The Clemens Company. I know the manager well."
There was a start from all, and Mrs. Stansbury said, nervously:
"But I thought that company was on the road."
"They returned to New York yesterday, with this new play," replied the captain, who was not in the secret of Clifford Standish's villainy.
The orchestra stopped playing, and the curtain rose.
[CHAPTER XV.]
GERALDINE WOULD NEVER FORGET ALDERSON.
It thrills one like a draught of rarest wine,
The fine, pure air, the sunshine, and the scene,
The mountains, and the river where it glides,
A silver chain between its banks of green;
And yonder, where the town lies white and low,
On flowery banks so fair beneath the sun,
Oh, Alderson sweet village I may go
Full many a mile, nor find a fairer one!