Neither of the two women saw the torn garb of the man before them.

They saw but the curve of the strong chest beneath.

They heard, and the one heard and felt as keenly as the other, the voice of the young man, musical and rich, touching some deep-seated and vibrating heart-string.

So in the merry month of May, with the birds singing in the trees, and the scent of the flowers wafted coolly to their senses, they came on apace to the throng at Sadler's Wells.

There it was that John Law, finding in a pocket a coin that had been overlooked, reached out to a vender and bought a rose.