Stella Rosevelt — page 324: what you’re looking at

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318 “YOU ARE THE TRAITOR.” He-did not think she was his sister, for, except in the color of her hair, she did not resemble him in the least. Were they Americans, and traveling, like himself, in the kingdom? | Perhaps, if they were married, they were thus spending the honeymoon; but they had spoken of ‘‘ Lady Dunham” ina way to make him doubt that they were his countrymen. Such thoughts as these tortured him, and he became pos- sessed to seek out the young man and discover if he were in- deed Star’s recreant lover. The young lady had spoken of a rehearsal at the Albert Hall. He knew there was to be a concert there that evening, and possibly it might be an outgrowth of the rehearsal. He would go and see. _ Accordingly, at the hour designated upon the bills, he went, armed with a powerful opera-glass, and procuring a conspicuous seat, he swept tier after tier of faces, searching for those which he had seen in the morning. But disappointment was the result of his efforts; for that fair, girlish face was nowhere to be seen, nor could he find him who had been the young lady’s attendant. Suddenly, however, a strangely sweet, bird-like voice, rising clear and full on the air, drew his attention to the stage, and there, with a thrill which tingled through every nerve, he saw the lovely girl for whom he was looking. Ralph Meredith sought for her name upon his programme, which stated that the concert was given, under the auspices of some of the nobility, for some charitable object, and that the talent was all amateur. ‘¢ Miss Vivien Sherbrooke,” he read, and he again experienced _that sudden heart-throb. She was not, then, Archibald Sherbrooke’s wife, but, in all probability, his sister. He listened intently throughout her song; and then, as the Eomichooks. Go