Roger had swift glimpses down into lighted limousines.

In one a big rich looking chap with a beard had a dressy young woman in his arms.
Lord, how he was hugging her! Laura would have a motor like that, kisses like that, a life like that! She was the kind to go it hard! Ahead as far as he could see was a dark rolling torrent of cars, lights gleaming by the thousand.

A hubbub of gay voices, cries and little shrieks of laughter mingled with the blare of horns.

He looked at huge shop windows softly lighted with displays of bedrooms richly furnished, of gorgeous women's apparel, silks and lacy filmy stuffs.

And to Roger, in his mood of anxious premonition, these bedroom scenes said plainly, "O come, all ye faithful wives! Come let us adore him, and deck ourselves to please his eye, to catch his eye, to hold his eye! For marriage is a game these days!" Yes, Laura would be a spender, a spender and a speeder too! How much money had he, that chap?
And damn him, what had he in his past?
How Roger hated the very thought of poking into another man's life! Poking where nobody wanted him! He felt desperately alone.