Half-a-dozen other early comers wolfed their food as if they feared to be late for work, but he suffered no such anxiety.

He consumed the last morsel that his tray held, drained his cup of coffee, and jingled the abundant silver coin in his pocket.
True, underneath it, as he plumed himself upon his adventure, was a certain pestering consciousness that all was not so well with him as observers might guess.

But he resolutely put this away each time it threatened to overwhelm him.

He would cross no bridge until he came to it.

He even combated this undercurrent of sanity by wording part of an interview with himself some day to appear in Photo Land: "Clifford Armytage smiled that rare smile which his admirers have found so winning on the silver screen--a smile reminiscent, tender, eloquent of adversities happily surmounted.