"Why should we hide, anyhow?" demanded Gregory, with sudden show of spirit.
To that, she made no reply. If he didn't know, what was the use to tell him?
Gregory moved on, but glanced back over his shoulder. "Now, he's getting down," he said in agitation. "He's making his way right toward us….All right, let him come!"
"In here—quick!" cried Grace, dragging him to one side. "Quick!"
A voice stopped them with, "Your tickets, please."
"Oh, no," wailed Gregory, "not into a show, Grace. We can't go into a show. It's—it's impossible."
She spoke rapidly: "We must. We'll be safe in there, because no one
would ever suppose we'd go into such a place."
"But Grace," said Gregory firmly, "I can not—I will not go into a show."
The voice addressed them again: "It's first-class in every particular, lady. There is nothing here to bring the blush of shame to the cheek of the most fastidious. See those fierce man-eating lions that have been captured in the remotest jungles of Africa—"
Gregory looked back.