Any one could get in on payment of the regular price, two dollars, although none were allowed on the main floor but masks.
Darrell went in.
He had seen these things before, and hence had little interest in the ball itself.
Most of the characters were old too, although here and there some genius had devised something new, and worth looking at.
Eric had other ideas in view.
Monks, flower girls, Indians, Chinese, knights, fortune tellers, dames and the endless chain of historical personages such an event gathers, passed before him without exciting more than a slight smile or a single glance of admiration.
He was looking for the couple upon whom he meant to bestow his interest.
Soon he sighted them.
From that time on Eric seldom took his eyes off the pair.
He imagined he detected certain little peculiarities in the man’s walk that marked him as Joe Leslie.