It deprived him momentarily of the power of speech, and he
looked vacantly at her while colour came and went in his face.
Then he regained control of himself and he sighed audibly, while she
dropped her eyes.
They were still standing upon the stairs, heedless of the confusion of
vocal sounds that arose from the lobby strollers, from the boys selling
librettos, from the people returning from the vestibule in a thick stream,
from the musicians afar in the orchestra, tuning their instruments, from
the many sources that provide the delightful hubbub of the entr'acte.
"Hush!" said Amy to Haslam. "Stand in front of me, so that Tom won't see me
if he looks up here as he passes. He's coming this way."
Young Appleton, chaffing with the persons whom he had met at the exit, was
sharing in the general movement from the byways of the lobby to the middle
entrance of the parquet. The electric bell in the vestibule had sounded the
signal that the third act was to begin. Mr. Hinrichs had returned to the
director's stand in the orchestra and was raising his baton.
Arrived at the middle entrance, Appleton raised his hat to those with whom
he had been talking, as if not intending to go in just then.
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