"This is my chance--a crowd riding for a fall." Constance chose a modest orchestra seat in preference to the place in a box which Stella had reserved for her at the office, and, aside from the purpose which was rapidly taking shape in her mind, she enjoyed the play very much.

Stella Larue, as the "Grass Widow," played her part with a piquancy which Constance knew was not wholly a matter of book knowledge.
As the curtain went down, the audience, its appetite for the risque whetted, filed out on Broadway with its myriad lights and continuous film of motion.

Constance made her way around to Stella's dressing room.
She had scarcely been welcomed by Stella, whose cheeks beneath the grease paint were now genuinely ablaze with excitement, when a man entered.

He was tall, spare, the type whose very bow is ingratiating and whose "delighted, I assure you" is suave and compelling.
Alfred Warrington seemed to be on very good terms indeed with Stella as she introduced him to Constance.
"You will join us, Mrs.Dunlap ?" he asked, throwing an opera cloak over Stella's shoulders.

"Vera Charmant and Jack Braden are waiting for us at the Little Montmartre." As he mentioned the famous cabaret, Constance took a little tighter grip on herself and decided to take the plunge and see the affair out, although that sort of thing had very little attraction for her.
They were leaving the theater when she saw lurking in the crowd the familiar figure of Drummond.