Is it up-stairs ye were?
WHAT! Dutchy givin' a ball?
Oh, ye can't mean it! No, thank ye, Kitty, it will be too late for ye all--I'll drop in to-morrow night.
Well, take care of yourselves," and he disappeared in the darkness.
Felix watched the throng disperse, bade Kitty and John good night, and, turning sharply, directed his steps toward Madison Square.

Here he sank upon a bench, away from the glare of an overhead lamp.

For some minutes he sat without moving, his mind wholly absorbed with the events of the preceding hours.

The roar and crush of the room came back to him.

He caught again the light in Masie's eyes as she followed his lead in the dance and the mob of happy faces crowding to her side, and then with a shudder he confronted the gaunt sorrow that had hourly dogged his steps.
An overpowering sense of depression now took possession of him.