He had meant to follow, to find the place where she was working, and look and look and look! Now he had lost her.

But she might be on one of those stages within the big barns.

Perhaps the day was not yet lost.
He crossed the street, forgetting to saunter, and ventured within the cavernous gloom beyond an open door.

He stood for a moment, his vision dulled by the dusk.

Presently he saw that he faced a wall of canvas backing.