When Romeo came upon the stage he was received with loud applause. But my lady showed no interest,--not she, while the doctor fervently recited, "Out of her favour, where I am in love." In the first orchard scene, with the boldness of a practised lover, he almost ignored Mrs. Hallam in the balcony. It seemed as though he cast his burning words and languishing glances at my lady in the box, whereupon there was a deal of nudging round about. Miss asked for her smelling salts, and declared the place was stifling. But I think if the doctor had cherished a hope of her affections he lost it when he arrived at the lines, "She speaks, yet she says nothing." At that unhappy moment Miss Dorothy was deep in conversation with Fitzhugh, the audible titter in the audience arousing her. How she reddened when she perceived the faces turned her way! "What was it, Betty?" she demanded quickly. But Betty was not spiteful, and would not tell. Fitzhugh himself explained, and to his sorrow, for during the rest of the evening she would have nothing to do with him. Presently she turned to me. Glancing upward to where Patty leaned on the rail between Will Fotheringay and Singleton, she whispered: "I wonder you can sit here so quiet, Richard. You are showing a deal of self-denial." "I am happy enough," I answered, surprised. "I hear you have a rival," says she. "I know I have a dozen," I answered. "I saw Percy Singleton walking with her in Mr. Galloway's fields but yesterday," said Dolly, "and as they came out upon the road they looked as guilty as if I had surprised them arm in arm." Now that she should think I cared for Patty never entered my head. I was thrown all in a heap. "You need not be so disturbed," whispers my lady. "Singleton has a crooked mouth, and I credit Patty with ample sense to choose between you. I adore her, Richard. I wish I had her sweet ways." "But," I interrupted, when I was somewhat recovered, "why should you think me in love with Patty? I have never been accused of that before." "Oh, fie! You deny her?" says Dolly. "I did not think that of you, Richard." "You should know better," I replied, with some bitterness. We were talking in low tones, Dolly with her head turned from the stage, whence the doctor was flinging his impassioned speeches in vain. And though the light fell not upon her face, I seemed to feel her looking me through and through. "You do not care for Patty?" she whispered. And I thought a quiver of earnestness was in her voice. Her face was so close to mine that her breath fanned my cheek. "No," I said. "Why do you ask me? Have I ever been one to make pretences?" She turned away. "But you," I said, bending to her ear, "is it Fitzhugh, Dorothy?" I heard her laugh softly. "No," said she, "I thought you might divine, sir."