POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE The day after the wedding, as Arthur was going home from work, he saw Ross on the lofty seat of a dogcart, driving toward him along lower Monroe Street.

His anger instantly flamed and flared; he crushed an oath between his teeth and glanced about for some way to avoid the humiliating meeting.

But there was no cross street between him and the on-coming cart.

Pride, or vanity, came to his support, as soon as he was convinced that escape was impossible.

With an air that was too near to defiance to create the intended impression of indifference, he swung along and, just as the cart was passing, glanced at his high-enthroned former friend.
Ross had not seen him until their eyes met.