"What's the matter?" her father asked.
"Oh, nothing—" she watched the two ascend the stairs. "I thought for a moment that I knew him."
The great door opened and closed, the rosy wrap and the fur coat were swallowed up.
"Of course it couldn't be," Jean decided as she and her father continued on their wonderful way.
"Couldn't be what, my dear?"
"The same man, Daddy," Jean said, and changed the subject.
CHAPTER II
CINDERELLA
The next time that Jean saw Him was at the theater. She and her father went to worship at the shrine of Maude Adams, and He was there.