A couple of young women passed down the walk, going across the Yard toward the Square.

They were cheaply and showily dressed.

One of them wore a mannish shirtwaist, with a high collar and scarf.

The other had taken off her gloves and was swinging a bright red cape in one of her bare hands.

As the couple passed they stared calmly at the two young fellows in the window; Vandover lowered his eyes over his work, blushing, he could not tell why.