First, because the splash of color against her brown coat had called his attention to the fact that she was wearing a pink; and secondly because she was very pretty, and her dark eyes carried a peculiarly wistful appeal.
"Too bad Bertram isn't here," thought William.

"He'd be sketching that face in no time on his cuff." The pink had given William almost a pang.

He had been so longing to see a pink--though in a different place.

He wondered sympathetically if she, too, had come to meet some one who had not appeared.

He noticed that she walked away from the gate once or twice, toward the waiting-room, and peered anxiously through the glass doors; but always she came back to the gate as if fearful to be long away from that place.