Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 53: what you’re looking at

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ii 48 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. sister’s hand is on Mr. Lindhurst’s arm. What difference does it make to either of them? Well, if you still refuse, I will walk straight into Lillia Meredith’s opera-box and re- nounce her forever.” That decided it. Isolina, with angry, downcast eyes, and flaming cheeks, stepped into the procession and walked across the platform, her hand tightly linked to Cecil Beau- mont’sarm, and I followed closely, too much engrossed by them even to lift my eyes to look around. ‘ The instant we had taken our seats, the face of Beaumont a underwent a wonderful change. a I could not but suspect that he was trying to give the im- pression to all who chose to notice, that he was the favored cavalier of ‘‘ The Beautiful Rienzi.” I trembled for poor Lillia Meredith, and raised my eyes to the reserved seats to Bs find her. I soon detected the blush-rose dress ina seat very Ea near the platform, and met the large, wistful eyes of the Pie young girl fixed upon me with a timid, dazed expression ; a then she turned them upon her lover, as if hoping to catch ee, a glance from him. | At length, the business of the evening commenced, | and I had no more time for observation. I have no inten- — tion of presenting to the reader the details of this concert, eee which was conducted with perfect skill and taste. I shall merely touch here and there on those parts which imme- diately pertain to my history, and to myself. As the moment approached that I was to sing my first solo, Santa Cecelia! how my lips trembled! My hands grew icy cold, my cheeks flamed, a suffocating weight of nervous dread was on my heart. At last my name was whispered by those around me, a lady behind me gave mea gentle push which sent me to my feet ; murmurs of ** Don’t be afraid,” reached my quaking ears, and Mr. Lindhurst’s calm eyes rested on me with a re- assuring smile which infused some courage into my _ half- dead frame. Without daring to look up, I took my place beside a gayly bedizzened harp, swept the strings with wan- dering fingers which created an impromptu prelude, rather out of the course as I saw by the professor’s astonished looks, and at length, witha desperate effort, plunged into my _ Song, quite unconscious of anything but the defects which my nervousness caused, This unique performance was gallantly applauded by the “comicbooks:com: J 4 j ~ ~~ al i a - oats ee ee - +4