CHAPTER XXIX.

Audrey did not cry at the back of the box as she told Sylvia she should, but sat in front as usual, and smiled acknowledgments of the bows of her friends and acquaintances in the other boxes and stalls. So fashionable and well known a lady as Miss Audrey Hope cannot wear her heart upon her sleeve for daws to peck at, and so she sat, looking, if a little pale and a wee bit tired, as lovely as usual, and no one in front of the footlights guessed how her heart ached, and how she wished that she had never said the fata…