For a moment he was moved to confess that Mrs.Patterson, in the course of his struggles, had come close to losing ten dollars, but he mastered the wild impulse.

Some day, after a few more triumphs, he might laughingly confide this to her.
The day was long.

Slothfully it dragged hours that seemed endless across the company of shining dreams that he captained.

He was early at the theatre, first of early comers, and entered quickly, foregoing even a look at the huge lithographs in front that would perhaps show his very self in some gripping scene.
With an empty auditorium to choose from, he compromised on a balcony seat.

Down below would doubtless be other members of the company, probably Baird himself, and he did not wish to be recognized.