She glanced that way and gave an exclamation.

The door was being held open for her by a blank-faced automaton in a many-buttoned uniform; so she passed in, but pausing just inside, she glanced back through the window.

The next instant she left the shop and gazed down the street again.

But Keith had turned a corner, and so Alice Lancaster did not see him, though she stood on tiptoe to try and distinguish him again in the crowd.
"Well, I would have sworn that that was Gordon Keith," she said to herself, as she turned away, "if he had not been so broad-shouldered and good-looking." And wherever she moved the rest of the day her eyes wandered up and down the street.
Once, as she was thus engaged, Ferdy Wickersham came up.

He was dressed in the tip of the fashion and looked very handsome.
"Who is the happy man ?" The question was so in keeping with her thought that she blushed unexpectedly.
"No one." "Ah, not me, then?
But I know it was some one.