was shouting the generous English bravo! and standing up to
applaud. He raised his eyes to the box where Helen sat, and saw
her staring down at the tumult, with her hands clasped under her
chin. Her face was colorless, but lit with the excitement of the
moment; and he saw that she was crying.

Lady Gower, from behind her, was clapping her hands delightedly.

"But, my dear Helen," she remonstrated breathlessly, "you never
told me he was so good-looking."

"Yes," said Helen, rising abruptly, "he is--very good-looking."

She crossed the box to where her cloak was hanging, but instead
of taking it down buried her face in its folds.

"My dear child!" cried Lady Gower, in dismay. "What is it? The
excitement has been too much for you."

"No, I am just happy," sobbed Helen. "I am just happy for him."

"We will go and tell him so then," said Lady Gower. "I am sure
he would like to hear it from you to-night."

Philip was standing in the centre of the stage, surrounded by
many pretty ladies and elderly men. Wimpole was hovering over
him as though he had claims upon him by the right of discovery.

But when Philip saw Helen, he pushed his way toward her eagerly
and took her hand in both of his.