When he returned it was by another of the many closed doors, and he found me awaiting him, hat in hand.

He was wearing his happiest look until he saw my hat.
"Not going ?" he cried.

"My dear Cole, I can't apologize sufficiently for my abrupt desertion of you, much less for the cause.

It was my man, just come in from the show, and gone up the back way.

I accused him of listening to our conversation.