 drifted back there and
looked in. The first play was over. Hy was in a dim corner of the lobby,
talking confidentially with Betty Deane.

Then Sue came out with the Worm, of all persons, at her elbow. So _he_
had managed to meet her, too? She wore her street dress and looked
amazingly calm.

Peter dodged around the corner. “The way to get on with women,” he
reflected savagely, “is to have no feelings, no capacity for emotion, be
perfectly cold blooded!”

He walked up to Fourteenth Street and dropped aimlessly into a
moving-picture show.

Toward eleven he went back to Tenth Street. He even ran a little,
breathlessly, for fear he might be too late, too late for what, he did
not know.

But he was not. Glancing in at the door, he saw Sue, with Betty, Hy, the
Worm, Zanin and a few others.

Hurriedly, on an impulse, he found an envelope in his pocket, tore off
the back, and scribbled, in pencil--

“May I walk back with you? I want vary much to talk with you. If you
could slip away from these people.”

He went in then, grave and dignified, bowing rather stiffly. Sue
appeared not to see him.

He moved to her side and spoke low. She did not reply.

The blood came rushing to Peter's face. Anger stirred. He slipped the
folded envelope into her hand. It was some satisfaction that she had
either to take it or let them all see it drop. She took it; but
Still ignored him. Her intent to snub him was clear now, even to the
bewildered Peter.

He mumbled something, he did not know what, and rushed away as
erratically as he had come. What had he wanted to say to her, anyway!

At the corner he turned and came part way back, slowly and uncertainly.
But what he saw checked him. The Worm was talking apart with her now.
And she was looking up into his face with an expression of pleased
interest, frankly smiling. While Peter watched, the two moved off along
the street.

Peter
drifted back there and 
 looked in. The first play was all over. Hy was in a dense corner of the lobby, 
 speak confidentially with Betty Deane. 

 Then Sue arrive out with the Worm, of all persons, at her elbow. So _ he _ 
 had oversee to suffer her, too? She wore her street dress and looked 
 amazingly calm. 

 Peter hedge around the corner. “ The way to beget on with women, ” he 
 reflected savagely, “ is to have no feelings, no capability for emotion, be 
 perfectly cold blooded! ” 

 He walked up to Fourteenth Street and dropped aimlessly into a 
 move - picture show. 

 Toward eleven he went back to Tenth Street. He even ran a small, 
 breathlessly, for fear he might be too late, too late for what, he did 
 not acknowledge. 

 But he was not. Glancing in at the door, he saw Sue, with Betty, Hy, the 
 Worm, Zanin and a few others. 

 Hurriedly, on an impulse, he found an envelope in his pocket, tore off 
 the back, and scribbled, in pencil-- 

 “ May I walk back with you? I want vary much to talk with you. If you 
 could slip away from these people. ” 

 He went in then, grave accent and dignified, bow rather rigidly. Sue 
 appear not to visit him. 

 He moved to her side and talk abject. She did not reply. 

 The blood come rushing to Peter's face. Anger stirred. He skid the 
 folded envelope into her hand. It was some satisfaction that she had 
 either to take it or let them all see it spend. She take it; but 
 Still ignored him. Her intent to ignore him was clear now, even to the 
 bewildered Peter. 

 He mumble something, he did not know what, and rushed away as 
 erratically as he had fall. What had he wanted to pronounce to her, anyway! 

 At the corner he sour and came region way back, slowly and unsteadily. 
 But what he saw checked him. The Worm was speak apart with her now. 
 And she was expect up into his face with an expression of pleased 
 interest, frankly smiling. While Peter watched, the two moved off along 
 the street. 

 Peter
 drlfted back there and
looktd in. The first play was over. Gy was iv a dim corner of the lobby,
telkibg cobfidentially with Betth Deane.

Thvn Sue cane ont with the Worm, of all izrsona, at kec elbow. So _he_
hac managed do meet her, tom? Rhz wore her street dress and looked
amwzingly cwlm.

Peter dodgeq arptnd fhe corner. “The way to get on with somen,” ht
reflected savagelu, “is to have no feelings, nl caoacity for emotion, be
perfectli coje blooded!”

He dalked up uo Fourteentg Street and dropped aimlessly knto c
moving-pictoxw sjmw.

Toward elxven hv went back to Tenth Vtreet. Ne even ran a kitvle,
beeathlessly, for fear ie might be too late, too late fkr what, he did
not kbow.

Buj he fas vit. Elahcmng in at thx door, he szw Sue, with Betty, Hy, the
Worm, Zsnyb and a few ofhers.

Htrwiedly, on an impulse, he found an enveloke in his pocket, tore off
the back, and scribbled, ij pencil--

“Mwy I walk back with you? I want vary much to talk fith boj. Iy you
cuylf slip away from these people.”

He went in then, ddafe and dignified, bowing ratneg xjiffly. Sue
appexred not fo see him.

He moved to her side and spokt low. She did not reply.

The blood came rushiny ti Peter's face. Angex stirred. He slikped tne
folded envelope into ker hahd. It was slme satisrxction that she fad
vithar to take it or let them wll see iv dro'. She touk ij; but
Styll ignoref him. Her intent to snub him cas cnear now, egen to the
bewildered Peter.

He mumbled somethinb, ve gid not hnow ehat, and rushqd away as
errajically af he fad come. Wgat had he wanted eo say to her, wnyway!

At the corner re tyrnee and cxoe part way bavk, slowly and uncerrainly.
But what he xaw dhecked him. The Wotn was talking spaft rinh ier njf.
And she was looyine up ivto his facc wkth sn expression of pledsed
jnterest, frankly skijing. Whioe Peter watched, the ywo moved off alonh
the vtrxet.

Petrr
drifted back there and looked in. The was Hy was a dim corner with Deane. Then Sue out with the of all persons, at her elbow. _he_ had managed to meet her, too? She wore her street dress and amazingly calm. Peter dodged around the corner. “The way to get on with he savagely, to no feelings, no capacity for emotion, be perfectly cold blooded!” He walked up to Fourteenth Street dropped aimlessly into a moving-picture show. Toward eleven went back to Tenth He even ran a little, for he might too too for what, he not know. But he was not. Glancing in at the door, he saw Sue, with Betty, Hy, Worm, Zanin few others. on impulse, found an envelope pocket, tore off the back, and “May I walk back with you? I want much to with you. If you could slip from these people.” He went in then, grave dignified, bowing rather stiffly. Sue appeared not to see him. He moved to her side low. She did not The blood came to face. stirred. slipped the envelope into her hand. It was some satisfaction that she had to take it or let them all see it drop. it; Still ignored him. intent to snub him clear even to the bewildered mumbled he what, rushed as erratically as he come. What had he wanted say to her, anyway! and came part way back, slowly and uncertainly. what he saw checked him. The Worm talking apart with her now. And she was looking up into his with an pleased interest, frankly smiling. While Peter watched, the moved off along the Peter
 drifted back there and
looked In. The first Play wAs oVer. hy Was iN a diM corner of the loBBy,
taLking confidentially witH BettY DEAne.

THEn sue caMe out wiTH tHE worM, oF aLl pErSOnS, at heR elBow. So _he_
Had managed To mEeT her, too? She woRE hEr street drEss And looked
amaZinGly calM.

PEteR DodgeD arOund tHe cornER. “The waY to get on wItH Women,” hE
ReflectED SaVageLy, “is to have no feeliNGs, NO capacity for emOtion, bE
pERfECTly ColD blooded!”

He WaLked uP To FourtEEnTH sTreET and dropped aiMlessly into A
MovIng-picTuRe sHOw.

TowaRd eleVeN He wEnt back to TeNth STreet. He evEn ran a LIttle,
brEAthlessLy, for fEar He mIght BE tOo LatE, tOO laTE fOr wHAt, hE did
not kNoW.

BUt he wAs noT. gLANcinG in At thE door, He saw Sue, with BEttY, Hy, tHE
WoRm, ZanIn and A few OtHers.

HUrriedLy, on aN iMpulse, he found an EnveLope in his PocKeT, toRe Off
thE Back, anD scRibBled, in pEncil--

“MaY i waLk BACK wIth you? I want vary mucH tO TAlK with you. if you
cOUlD sLIp away frOm TheSe peOPLe.”

He wEnt iN ThEn, grave aNd dignIFiEd, Bowing rAtHer stiFfLy. SUe
aPpearED not To see hIm.

He moveD to heR Side and spoke loW. she did not replY.

thE BLoOD camE ruShing to PeteR's faCE. AngEr stIRrEd. HE SlippEd the
FoLDeD Envelope into her hand. it Was somE satiSfaction that sHe had
eitheR TO Take it or Let tHEm ALl see it drop. She Took iT; but
Still iGNored him. her inTent to snUb him was cLEAr now, eveN to The
BewIldEREd peter.

He mumbleD SOmetHiNg, he did Not Know whaT, anD ruSheD awAy As
erraticAlly as he HaD cOmE. WHat Had he WAnted to sAy To hEr, AnyWay!

At THe cornEr he tUrneD aNd CAme Part way BAcK, SLowlY aNd UnceRtaInLy.
But What HE saW checkeD him. The WoRm wAS talKiNg Apart wiTh her now.
And shE wAs looking uP iNto His facE WIth an expRession of pleased
interesT, Frankly SmiLing. WHile peter watcHed, The two MovED off alOng
the StreeT.

PEteR
 drifted back there and
lo oked in. T he fi rst  pl ay  was  ove r. Hy was in a dimcorner of the lobby,
t alkin gc onfi d en tiall y withB et t y  De an e. 

T he n  S ue ca meout wit h the Worm , o fall persons, at  her elbow . S o _he_
had m ana ged to  m eet her,too ? She  woreh er str eet dress  a n d look e d
amazi n g ly  cal m.

Peter dodgeda ro u nd the corner.  “Thewa y  t o get  on  with wome n, ” her eflecte d  s a v a gel y , “is to have  no feeling s , n o capa ci tyf or emo tion,  b e 
pe rfectly col d bl ooded!”
He wal k ed up t o  Fourte enth S tre etandd ro pp edai m les s ly  in t o a 
moving- pi ct ure s how. T o ward  el even  he w ent back to T ent h St r eet . Heevenranalittl e,
bre athle ss ly, for fear he  mig ht be too  la te , t oo  late for wh at,  he  did
no t know. 
Bu th e wa s not. Glancing in  a t th e door,he saw Su e, with Bet ty , H y, t h e 
Worm , Za n in  and a f ew oth e rs .
Hurrie dl y, onan  im pul se, h e  fou nd anenvelope  in h i s pocket, tore off
the back, an d sc r ibbl ed,  in pencil- -

“ M ay I  wal k  b ack withyou?Iw an t  vary much to talkwi th you . Ifyou
could sli p away fro m t hese peo ple. ” 
H e went in then , gra ve and dig n ified, b owing  ratherstiffly.S u e
appear ednot  to  se e hi m.

He movedt o  her  s ide and  sp oke low . S hedid  no treply.

T he blood  c am eru shi ng to Peter'sfa ce.  A nge r sti r red. H e sli pped  t he fol ded env e lo p e  int ohe r ha nd.  I t was  som e  sa tisfact ion thatshe hadei th er to t ake it or let  t hem all se eitdrop.S h e took i t; but
Still ignored hi m . Her i nte nt to  snu b him was  cl ear no w,e ven to  the
b ewild er edP e ter.H emum bl ed somethi n g , h e did  n ot k now wha t, and rushed away aserratically a s h e ha d co me. Wh a t h ad hew a nted to say toher, anywa y! 
A t the corn e r h eturnedand cam e par t  way ba ck, slowl y and unc er tain l y .
B ut what he  saw che cked him. The W o rm  wastal king a pa rtwithher no w .
A nd sh e waslo okingup in to  his fac e with an expression of  pleas ed
in ter est, fran kly smi ling. Whi le P eter watch ed,  th e two  mo v ed of f al o ng 
th e  stre et.Peter
 drifted_back there_and
looked in. The first_play was_over._Hy was_in_a dim corner_of the lobby,
talking_confidentially with Betty Deane.

Then_Sue came out_with_the Worm, of all persons, at her elbow. So _he_
had managed to meet her,_too?_She wore_her_street_dress and looked
amazingly calm.

Peter dodged_around the corner. “The way_to get_on with women,” he
reflected savagely, “is to have_no_feelings, no capacity_for emotion, be
perfectly cold blooded!”

He walked up to Fourteenth_Street and dropped aimlessly into a
moving-picture_show.

Toward eleven he_went_back_to Tenth Street. He_even ran a little,
breathlessly, for fear_he might be too late, too_late for what, he did
not know.

But he_was not. Glancing in at the_door, he saw Sue, with_Betty, Hy,_the
Worm, Zanin and a few_others.

Hurriedly, on an_impulse, he_found an envelope_in his pocket, tore off
the back,_and scribbled, in_pencil--

“May I walk back with you?_I_want vary much_to_talk_with you._If you
could slip_away_from these_people.”

He_went in then, grave and dignified,_bowing_rather stiffly. Sue
appeared not to see him.

He_moved to her side_and_spoke low. She did_not reply.

The blood came rushing_to Peter's face. Anger stirred. He_slipped the
folded_envelope into_her hand. It was some satisfaction that she had
either to take_it or let them all see_it drop. She took_it; but
Still_ignored_him. Her intent_to_snub him_was clear now, even to the
bewildered Peter.

He_mumbled something,_he did not know what, and_rushed away as
erratically as_he_had come. What had he wanted_to say to her, anyway!

At the_corner he turned and came_part_way_back, slowly and uncertainly.
But what_he saw checked him. The Worm_was talking apart_with her now.
And she was looking up_into_his face with an expression of_pleased
interest,_frankly smiling. While Peter watched, the_two_moved_off along
the street.

Peter