Mrs.Blackton was pointing out lighted places, and explaining things as they passed, but he knew that in spite of her apparent attention Joanne heard only a part of what she was saying.

In that crowd she hoped--or feared--to find a certain face.

And again Aldous told himself that it was not Quade's face.
Near the end of the street a crowd was gathering, and here, for a moment, Blackton stopped his team within fifty feet of the objects of attraction.

A slim, exquisitely formed woman in shimmering silk was standing beside a huge brown bear.

Her sleek black hair, shining as if it had been oiled, fell in curls about her shoulders.