"I am a lady's death!" replied the stranger, in a tone so grim that Miss
Tabby ejaculated: "Heaven have mercy on us!"
Joe was about to direct the stranger to the ladies' dressing-rooms, when
his attention was suddenly diverted by the arrival of a crowd of
"knights," "Indians," "Welsh bards," "grisettes," "Greek slaves,"
et cætera, who demanded immediate service. The usher divided them according
to their sexes, and then noticed that the ghastly figure of "Death"
joined the gentlemen's party and accompanied them to their
dressing-room.