So Vincent was brought up to the lady, who repeated the invitation to the rehearsal, which he accepted, as it practically gave him the opportunity he had desired. Meanwhile Gilda had drawn Mabel aside towards one of the windows. 'Well,' she said, 'so you have been told the great news?' Mabel admitted this, and added something as nearly approaching to congratulation as her conscience allowed. 'Ah,' said Gilda, 'you're on mamma's side.' 'I am on no side,' said Mabel, 'provided he makes you happy.' 'Which you think rather doubtful?' replied Gilda, with a jarring little laugh. 'Really, Mabel, I do think you might resign him a little more gracefully!' 'I'm afraid I don't understand you,' said Mabel, proudly. 'No?' said Gilda. 'You are very innocent, dear. I can't undertake to explain--only I am not altogether blind.' 'I hope not,' said Mabel, and left her. She was afraid that if she stayed she might be tempted to say what could do no possible good now. Mrs. Featherstone had gone, with a gracious reminder to Vincent of his promise to come to the rehearsal. It was late in the afternoon, and everyone seemed suddenly alarmed at the idea of being the last to go, the consequence being that the rooms were cleared in an astonishingly short time. Mabel stopped Vincent as he too was preparing to take his leave. 'You must stay till Mark comes back, Vincent. He has taken Dolly to the Academy, really, I believe, to get away from all this. You haven't seen Dolly since you came back, and she's staying with me for a few days. You won't go away without seeing her?' Vincent had been disappointed at not seeing her at the Langtons' the day before, and waited willingly enough now. It would be some comfort to know that the child had not forgotten him, and would be glad to see him. He had not long to wait. A hansom drove up, and the next minute Dolly came into the room with all her old impetuosity. 'I've come back, Mab,' she announced, to prevent any mistake on that head. 'We drove home all the way in a black cab with yellow wheels--didn't you see it? Oh, and in the Academy there was a little girl with a dog just like Frisk, and I saw a lot of people I knew, and----' 'Don't you see someone you used to know?' said Mabel, breaking in on her stream of reminiscences. 'Have you forgotten me, Dolly?' said Vincent, coming forward out of the shade. His voice was a little harsh from emotion. The change in the child's face as she saw him was instantaneous and striking; all the light died out of her face, she flushed vividly, and then turned deadly pale. 'You knew Vincent wasn't dead really, Dolly?' said Mabel. 'Yes,' whispered Dolly, still shrinking from him, however. 'And is this all you have to say to me, Dolly?' said Vincent, who was cut to the heart by this reception. Nothing was the same--not even the love of this child.