"We've got some hand bills here."
"Thanks! I'll be here until to-morrow night."
She went to her own sitting-room which Trent was supposed to use during her absence. She ventured into his rooms, which looked unused and cheerless. She had a bath, dressed with unusual care, dined alone in her room studying Paul's itinerary between bites. Eight meetings announced him as headliner, with Cooper Union as the climax. She shook her head over it; he would be dead of weariness.
At eight o'clock she called a taxi and started to the first meeting. She could not get within a block of the place. She tried the next and the next with the same results, so she ordered the driver to Cooper Union, hoping to beat the crowd there, as Paul was not announced until late.
She paid her man and joined the mass of people wedged into a solid block of resistance before the building.
"Is the hall full?" she asked the policeman.
"Full? Sure, it's been full since six o'clock, Ma'am."
"What's the attraction?"
"Paul Trent, the nixt governor, is speakin' here to-night."
"He must be popular."