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The theatre was entirely darkened long enough to arrange the grand piano. The pianist approached the instrument to the plaudits of the crowded house. The insult to his audience in the afternoon had succeeded in spreading his fame and a packed house greeted his evening performance. He turned and gazed intently toward the audience. He caught Nell’s glance, who sat near the front as he had wished, and he smiled an acknowledgment of her presence.,CHAPTER XV,"When am I to see you again?" says Rodney, anxiously.,It was Saturday afternoon on a busy street in the city. Moses Wopp and Clarence Crump, at whose home the former was spending the week end, were on their way to the skating-rink. If they had wanted to skate there, the streets would have accommodated them with a sufficiently smooth surface, as an early frost had rimed the pavement.,The morning wanes, and luncheon declares itself. When it has come to an end, Mona going slowly up the stairs to her own room is met there by one of the maids,—not her own,—who hands her a sealed note.,“Amen!”,Better than all others,,So much had she told him, and the light had gone from her eyes, the song from her lips.,“Mr. Whitney told me something about it and the reason I’m late to-day is that I got mixed up in the mess—”,Indifference to his wife affecting.,"Yep," Billy admitted, slowly, "that's it. He's all right in lots of ways, but in other ways——",“This was a crazy plan,” said Tellef. His cap had blown away, his hair was dripping round his ears, and he rowed with might and main..