They are in the vast barricaded and partitioned space, already humming with the talk and tread of thousands,--the 'Tu es Petrus' overhead.

Reggie Brooklyn would have hurried them on in the general rush for the tribunes.

But Mrs.Burgoyne laid a restraining hand upon him.

'No--we mustn't separate,' she said, gently peremptory.

And for a few minutes Mr.Reggie in an anguish must needs see the crowd flow past him, and the first seats of Tribune D filled.