The delicately moulded arm and slender hand were revealed, as with a graceful sweep the lady lifted her rustling drapery and disappeared within the doors of the one foreign cafe lingering reluctant on Union Square.
With a sigh, Randall Clayton turned back toward the south, for a hasty glance at a clock face told him that there was left him but fifteen minutes wherein to reach the Bank, before the brazen bells would clang high noon.

His heart was beating strangely as he retraced his steps, for the ichor of young blood was boiling in his veins at last.
He was lost in a clouding day dream, as he recrossed Fourth Avenue and only dimly saw the foxy face of his office boy flash out of the jostling crowd on the corner before he darted over.
As he resolutely stemmed the tide pouring eastward, he had turned down Broadway before he realized that there had been a half smile of recognition on those rich red Hungarian lips, a wordless message in the dark splendors of the gleaming eyes.
Could it be?
They had lingered but a few moments together gazing on the pictured glories of the distant Danube.

Clayton felt that some new influence had suddenly loosened all the pent-up longings of his ardent nature.

He was above all the vulgar pretenses of the "boulevardier." He now realized in a single moment the hollow loneliness of a life made up only of so many monthly pay days and so many dull returns of the four unheeded seasons.

For his life had only been a heavy pathway of toil up an inclined plane of manifold resistances.
He recalled, how on his one European voyage, the distant gleam of a single silver sail far out on the blue rim of the pathless ocean had suddenly broken in upon the eternal loneliness of that watery waste.
And now, in all the peopled loneliness of all New York--hitherto a human desert for him--the glance of these same alien eyes had suddenly awakened him to yearnings for another life.
He was half way down the bustling Broadway to the bank before he dared ask himself if the bright, shy glances of these unforgotten eyes were meant for him.
"Perhaps," he muttered, and then his whole nature stifled the unworthy suggestion.