Reaching the railed-in space about which the incense hung, he paused in his own turn and motioned her towards the foremost row of seats, from which the majority of the gathering seemed to hold aloof.
With a quick, nervous gesture she deprecated the suggestion.

"No! No!" she murmured.

"Let me sit behind.

Please let me sit behind." But his fingers tightened impressively upon her arm.

"No," he whispered, close to her ear.