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348 A few hurried whispers passed between them.

"You are safe?"

"I am."

"And the Duke?"

"Wounded to the death."

With a great effort she recovered her presence of mind, and taking her husband's hand, led him forward.

"This ladies and gentlemen," said she, "is the little surprise of which I spoke. I am delighted to think that my attempt at improvised Tragedy has met with your cordial approval."

A prolonged round of applause followed this announcement. It was admitted on all hands that, admirably as she had shone in Comedy, it was in Tragedy that she carried off the palm.