"
Between the third and the fourth acts the pair went out into the foyer,
where, ascending to the next floor, they made the round of the long
curve behind the boxes, Pearson pointing out to his friend the names of
the box lessees on the brass plates.
"There!" he observed, as, the half circle completed, they turned and
strolled back again, "isn't that an imposing list, Captain? Don't you
feel as if you were close to the real thing?"
"Godfreys mighty!" was the solemn reply; "I was just thinkin' I felt as
if I'd been readin' one of those muck-rakin' yarns in the magazines!"
The foyer had its usual animated crowd, and among them Pearson
recognized a critic of his acquaintance. He offered to introduce the
captain, but the latter declined the honor, saying that he cal'lated
he wouldn't shove his bows in this time. "You heave ahead and see your
friend, Jim," he added. "I'll come to anchor by this pillar and watch
the fleet go by. I'll have to write Abbie about all this; she'll want to
know how the female craft was rigged."
Left alone, he leaned against the pillar and watched the people pass and
repass just behind him. Two young men paused just behind him. He could
not help overhearing their conversation.
"I presume you've heard the news?" asked one, casually.
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