"He's waiting at the cab, dear, so let us hurry."
She fastened the ribbons of Geraldine's cape, and, taking her hand, hurried her through the corridor to the stage door.
And there—oh, joy of joys! stood Harry Hawthorne, waiting, with an eager, expectant look.
How Geraldine's heart bounded at the sight of that handsome face!
She could scarcely restrain herself from springing into his arms.
But, instead, she demurely held out her little hand, and he clasped it closely, saying as he led her to the cab:
"I am so glad to find you again, and we must have a long talk to-night."