"She has deserved a show." He turned away unconsciously, and, thinking to address me, addressed the first row of spectators.

"I suppose there's a lot of folks here that I know." By chance he seemed to be looking through his black glasses straight at Betty a few feet away.

She rose impulsively and, before all Wellingsford, went up to him with hand outstretched.
"There's one at any rate, Colonel Boyce.

I'm Betty Connor--" "No need to tell me that," said he, bowing.
Winslow, at his elbow, most scrupulous of prompters, whispered: "She wants to shake hands with you." So their hands met.

He kept hers an appreciable second or two in his grasp.
"I hope you will accept my congratulations," said Betty.
"I have already accepted them, very gratefully.