Gray stared at her openly and his scowl vanished.

When she moved away, he made a sudden decision, excused himself, and followed her.
He was gratified at the manner in which she accepted his breathless apology for speaking to her, at the poise with which she listened while he made himself and his companions known to her and explained the plight in which he found himself.
"You can save the reason of a distracted man and add to the happiness of two poor, bewildered women, if you will," he concluded, earnestly.
"It isn't a funny situation; it's tragic." "What do you wish me to do ?" the girl inquired.
"It's a lot to ask, I know, but won't you help them buy the things they need and save them from further humiliation at the hands of these highbrow clerks and lowbrow customers?
I--I want to punch somebody in the nose." "I was sure you did.

That is what attracted my attention." "You are a person of taste, if you will pardon a perfectly obvious compliment from a total stranger, and they need such a woman's guidance.

But they need, even more, a little bit of feminine tact and sympathy.

Look!" He showed Gus Briskow's blank check.