"I thought you'd never come out of your dressing-room, ma'am," said the man who was waiting to turn the lights out. "Every one's gone—you're the last one."
"Has—has Mr. Morgan gone?" echoed Jessie, in great trepidation.
"Every one's gone, I said," was the saucy reply.
And the man turned the light out in her face, and she was obliged to grope her way as best she could along the dark entry. After floundering about the building for almost ten minutes, until the great tears were rolling down her cheeks with fright, she at length called loudly to some one to come to her assistance.
The same man who had turned out the gas on her now came grumblingly to her rescue. At length she found herself out on the street.
Before she had time to turn and ask the man the way to the hotel, he had slammed
