They were loud in their praise of the singer.
"It was that last piece which caught me," he heard one man say. "It
wasn't the words so much as the way she sang it."
"I was crying when she got through," his companion, a woman, replied.
"I just couldn't help it. She's had trouble in her life, mark my word."
Rod and Phil now were uncertain what to do. They remained where they
were until the people in front of them had all passed out. They felt
very helpless and forlorn there in that big place. The curtain was
down, and the singer had disappeared. But they must find her, and she
was somewhere on the stage in the background. They knew nothing about
the regular way of entrance, and, so, after a moment's consultation,
they hurried forward down the long central aisle. Coming to the stage,
they clambered upon this, made their way along the edge, and slipped
quickly about the left-hand corner of the curtain. Behind this no one
was to be seen, but observing a door to the right, they made straight
toward it. They had scarcely reached it, when they were met by a
pompous little man, who demanded what they were doing there.
"We want to see Miss Royanna," Rod replied, shrinking back somewhat
from the man's fierce look.
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