Lyceum Theater

At the Lyceum Theatre the crowds were already thick at the side-entrances. In front a continuous stream of hansoms and four-wheelers were rattling up, discharging their cargoes of shirt-fronted men and beshawled, bediamonded women. We had hardly reached the third pillar, which was our rendezvous, before a small, dark, brisk man in the dress of a coachman accosted us.
«Are you the parties who come with Miss Morstan?» he asked.
«I am Miss Morstan, and these two gentlemen are my friends,» said she.

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