“Let the lady through,” he roared, forcing a passage with both elbows. “Come right along, Miss. Stand back you, now. Can’t you see the lady has a pass? Now then, Miss, and be quick about it, I can’t keep ’em back forever.”

Jostled and hustled, her dress crumpled, her hat awry, Page made her way forward, till the officer caught her by the arm, and pulled her out of the press. With a long breath she gained the landing of the gallery.

The guide, an old fellow in a uniform of blue, with brass buttons and a visored cap, stood near by, and to him she presented Landry’s card.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes,” he shouted in her ear, after he had glanced it over. “You were the party Mr. Court spoke about. You just came in time. I wouldn’t ’a dared hold your seat a minute longer.”

He led her down the crowded aisle between rows of theatre chairs, all of which were occupied, to one vacant seat in the very front row.