She could not keep back her tears.

She hurried into her coat and hat, and they went out together.

As they descended the stairs, they happened to pass the little chorus girl and the grim old lady, and Celia could not help nodding and smiling at them.

The chorus girl smiled back, and even the grim old lady's frown relaxed as she bowed in stately fashion.
"I'm so happy, that I could shake hands with everybody," said Celia.

"I feel as if I must make friends with everyone I meet." Then suddenly the happiness fled from her face, her eyes grew dark and sad; for at that instant she thought of the young man, the fugitive flying from justice.