One night he went to the theatre, on the blind chance that he might see her there, and from the second balcony he did see her.  He saw her come down the aisle, with Arthur and a strange young man with a football mop of hair and eyeglasses, the sight of whom spurred him to instant apprehension and jealousy.  He saw her take her seat in the orchestra circle, and little else than her did he see that night—­a pair of slender white shoulders and a mass of pale gold hair, dim with distance.  But there were others who saw, and now and again, glancing at those about him, he noted two young girls who looked back from the row in front, a dozen seats along, and who smiled at him with bold eyes.  He had always been easy-going.  It was not in his nature to give rebuff.  In the old days he would have smiled back, and gone further and encouraged smiling.  But now it was different.  He did smile back, then looked away, and looked no more deliberately.  But several times, forgetting the existence of the two girls, his eyes caught their smiles.  He could not re-thumb himself in a day, nor could he violate the intrinsic kindliness of his nature; so, at such moments, he smiled at the girls in warm human friendliness.  It was nothing new to him.  He knew they were reaching out their woman’s hands to him.  But it was different now.  Far down there in the orchestra circle was the one woman in all the world, so different, so terrifically different, from these two girls of his class, that he could feel for them only pity and sorrow.  He had it in his heart to wish that they could possess, in some small measure, her goodness and glory.  And not for the world could he hurt them because of their outreaching.  He was not flattered by it; he even felt a slight shame at his lowliness that permitted it.  He knew, did he belong in Ruth’s class, that there would be no overtures from these girls; and with each glance of theirs he felt the fingers of his own class clutching at him to hold him down.

He left his seat before the curtain went down on the last act, intent on seeing Her as she passed out.  There were always numbers of men who stood on the sidewalk outside, and he could pull his cap down over his eyes and screen himself behind some one’s shoulder so that she should not see him.  He emerged from the theatre with the first of the crowd; but scarcely had he taken his position on the edge of the sidewalk when the two girls appeared.  They were looking for him, he knew; and for the moment he could have cursed that in him which drew women.  Their casual edging across the sidewalk to the curb, as they drew near, apprised him of discovery.  They slowed down, and were in the thick of the crown as they came up with him.  One of them brushed against him and apparently for the first time noticed him.  She was a slender, dark girl, with black, defiant eyes.  But they smiled at him, and he smiled back.

“Hello,” he said.