Next to the art of the milliner was displayed the art, less interesting to Lena, of the brush. Before the picture store a span of horses shook their jingling harness, and a brightly-buttoned coachman waited, with impassive face turned steadily to the front. There came from the doorway a girl who was lifted above the pharisaism of clothes into the purer ether. She was calm-eyed and well-poised, and Lena hated her for the rest of her life for her obliviousness of the sordid. Behind her walked a young man who now opened the carriage door and lingered a moment and laughed as he talked with the girl who had taken her seat. Lena involuntarily drew her feet closer beneath her skirts that no careless glance of that girl should fall upon their shabbiness. She looked at the man as she looked at the Russian sables. He was a type of that delectable world from which she was shut out. "I should be ashamed to be silly about fellows, the way some girls are," was her inward comment. "But I'd just like to have people see me with a thing like that dangling around me. And I shall, some time. I'm a whole heap prettier than she is." The carriage door shut abruptly. Lena's too thin boots, out of plumb, suddenly slipped on a half-formed piece of ice. She made a desperate grab at the smooth surface of the window and then came ignominiously down--not wholly ignominiously, however, since her accident brought to her aid the man who was a type. She didn't have to stop to consider that the man would notice neither her hat nor her boots. She knew it instinctively and instantly. But the rose-petal face and the big eyes were overwhelmingly present to her consciousness. She saw them reflected in the look on his face as he bent over her. "I hope you're not hurt." "Not in the least. Only humiliated." Lena smiled, because people are always attracted by cheerfulness. "You are sure you have not twisted your ankle?" he insisted. "Nothing but my hat and my hair," she pouted. "Thank you for coming to my rescue." "It wasn't much of a rescue," he said. "Are you sorry I didn't have a tragedy and give you a chance to play hero?" she inquired naïvely. "When you are in need, may I be the one to help?" he said with growing boldness.