"There she goes!"

"Where? Where? I don't see her."

"There! The tall one, with the veil--walking with that jay!"

Not only did I hear such comments; I felt them. Yet even here there were
many who did not notice; and again I sensed that odd displeasure that
people could pass without seeing my darling.

It was a relief to leave the neighbourhood of Sixth Avenue and cross to
the open space of Union Square.

The east side of the little park was quiet.

"All right?" I asked.

"All right."

Her breath came quickly as if she had been frightened.

"But see," she said a moment later, "there comes Kitty trundling her
bicycle down Madison Avenue. You'd better come in, and be on your best
behaviour; yesterday Kitty thought we were quarrelling."

"Sorry I'm wanted only to vindicate--is it your character or mine that
would stand clearing? And will you tell me----"

A little old Frenchman, with a wooden leg, who was singing the