So Miss Burgoyne
is coming back on Monday?"
"Yes," said Nina, as she went to the door. "Shall I see you again, Leo,
to-night?"
"Oh, I'm coming to hear you sing 'Now to the dance,'" he said, as he
followed her out into the corridor and ascended with her into the wings.
This was a busy act for Nina; and the next time he had an opportunity of
talking with her was after she had dressed herself in her bridal robes
and was come up ready to go on the stage. Nina looked a little
self-conscious when she first encountered him in this attire; perhaps
she was afraid of his contrasting her appearance with that of Miss
Burgoyne. If he did, it was certainly not to Nina's disadvantage. No;
Nina was much more distinguished-looking and refined than the pert
little doll-like bride represented by Miss Burgoyne; she wore the
gorgeous costume of flowered white satin with ease and grace; and her
portentous white wig, with its feathered brilliants and strings of
pearls, seemed to add a greater depth and softness and mild lustre to
her dark, expressive eyes. For an instant, as she came up to him, those
beautiful, liquid eyes were turned to the ground.
"I did not choose anything, Leo," she said, modestly; "I have had to
copy Miss Burgoyne.
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