A faint breath of music from the band-stand in the park floated into the Rectangle.

The concert had begun, and the fashion and wealth of Raymond were displaying themselves up town on the boulevard.
When Virginia left the carriage and went up to Loreen she had no definite idea as to what she would do or what the result of her action would be.

She simply saw a soul that had tasted of the joy of a better life slipping back again into its old hell of shame and death.

And before she had touched the drunken girl's arm she had asked only one question, "What would Jesus do ?" That question was becoming with her, as with many others, a habit of life.
She looked around now as she stood close by Loreen, and the whole scene was cruelly vivid to her.

She thought first of the girls in the carriage.
"Drive on; don't wait for me.