"Because I never met one like you before. Rather stilted—on their good behaviour, I fancy."
"And I interest you because I'm not on my good behaviour?" Kitty whipped back.
"Because you are as God made you—without camouflage."
"The poor innocent young man! I'm nothing but camouflage to-night. Why are you risking your life in the street? Why am I sharing that risk? Because we both feel bound and are blindly trying to break through. What do you know about me? Nothing. What do I know about you? Nothing. But what do we care? Come on, come on!"
Tumpitum—tump! tumpitum—tump! drummed the Elevated. Kitty laughed. The tocsin! Always something happened when she heard it.
"Pearls!" she cried, dragging him toward a jeweller's window.
"No!" he said, holding back. "I hate—jewels! How I hate them!" He broke away from her and hurried on.
She had to run after him. Had she hesitated they might have become separated. Hated jewels? No, no! There should be no questions, verbal or mental, this night. She presently forced him to slow down.
"Not so fast! We must never become separated," she warned. "Our safety—such as it is—lies in being together."
"I'm an ass. Perhaps my head is ratty without
