"I must get Mr.Bertram away from that man.

Now come; we'll just stand at the door and look in until we see him.

Then I'll go straight to him and speak to him." And with that she turned and ran down the steps.
Billy blinked a little at the lights which, reflected in the great plate-glass mirrors, were a million dazzling points that found themselves again repeated in the sparkling crystal and glittering silver on the flower-decked tables.

All about her Billy saw flushed-faced men, and bright-eyed women, laughing, chatting, and clinking together their slender-stemmed wine glasses.

But nowhere, as she looked about her, could Billy descry the man she sought.
The head waiter came forward with uplifted hand, but Billy did not see him.