He'd be a bad man in a mix, eh ?" And Pierre answered with devout earnestness: "He would." "But where'd you buy those duds, pal?
Hey, look! Here's what I've been waiting for--the Barneses and the girl that's visitin' 'em from the East." "What girl ?" "Look!" The Barnes group was passing through the door, and last came the unmistakable form of Dick Wilbur, masked, but not masked enough to hide his familiar smile or cover the well-known sound of his laughter as it drifted to Pierre across the hall, and on his arm was a girl in an evening dress of blue, with a small, black mask across her eyes, and deep-golden hair.
Pausing before she swung into the dance with Wilbur, she made a gesture with the white arm, and looked up laughing to big, handsome Dick.

Pierre trembled with a red rage when he saw the hands of Wilbur about her.
Dick, in passing, marked Pierre's stare above the heads of the crowd, and frowned with trouble.

The hungry eyes of Pierre followed them as they circled the hall again; and this time Wilbur, perhaps fearing that something had gone wrong with Pierre, steered close to the edge of the dancing crowd and looked inquisitively across.
He leaned and spoke to the girl, and she turned her head, smiling, to Pierre.

Then the smile went out, and even despite the mask, he saw her eyes widen.

She stopped and slipped from the arm of Wilbur, and came step by step slowly toward him like one walking in her sleep.