"I'm in luck," cried he, beside her.

"I had only been walking up and down there by the elevators about twenty minutes." She made no reply.

At the door she said to the carriage-caller: "A cab, please--no, a hansom." The hansom drove up; its doors opened.

Craig pushed aside the carriage man, lifted her in with a powerful upward swing of his arm against her elbow and side--so powerful that she fell into the seat, knocking her hat awry and loosening her veil from the brim so that it hung down distressfully across her eyes and nose.

"Drive up Fifth Avenue to the Park," said Craig, seating himself beside her.