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 cast a glance in his direction and he not be there to intercept it. But apparently she had either never realized his existence or promptly forgotten it, for not once did she turn her head. Dave was yawning frankly and looking at his big diamond-encrusted watch.

"It ain't awful lively, is it?" he asked. "Is it goin' to last much longer?"

"About an hour," Wade replied as the house darkened. Dave sighed.

"I reckon a good smart vawderville show was what I needed," he said.

The orchestra began the intermezzo and the audience hushed to silence. Wade, gazing in the mellow twilight at the girl  in the box, experienced emotions that were as strange to him as they were sweet, and as sweet as they were sad. The strings tinkled and sobbed, and the wind instruments took up the theme and carried it softly on. And Wade's heart beat faster and faster under the triple spell of music and love and fragrance; for the air about