Billy was already the cynosure of dozens of eyes, and Bertram knew that his own arrival on the scene had not lessened the interest of the owners of those eyes.

He only hoped devoutly that no one in the line knew him ar Billy, and that no one quite knew what had happened.

He did not wish to see himself and his fiancee the subject of inch-high headlines in some evening paper figuring as: "Talented young composer and her famous artist lover take poor girl's place in a twenty-five-cent ticket line." He shivered at the thought.
"Are you cold ?" worried Billy.

"If you are, don't stand here, please!" He shook his head silently.

His eyes were searching the street for the only one whose coming could bring him relief.
It must have been but a coffee-and-sandwich luncheon for the girl, for soon she came.