Faces appeared at
near-by windows; he heard sounds of muffled merriment which made
him uncomfortable; passers-by smiled at him and dropped
encouraging remarks which he could not translate. The little
policeman, lounging at the next corner, watched him complacently
and agreed with his neighbors that the Americano was undoubtedly a
fine-appearing lover.
Kirk took his stand at last beneath a street light and gazed
languorously upon the windows opposite until his eyes ached as
well as his feet. At last a curtain parted, and he saw the flash
of a white dress back of it. His heart leaped; he raised his hat;
there was a titter from beyond the iron grating. Presently another
figure was dimly revealed. The watcher held his position
stubbornly until the last light in the Torres house winked out,
then limped homeward, warmed by the glad conviction that at least
he had been recognized.
Promptly at seven o'clock on the following evening he returned to
his post, and before he had been there five minutes knew that his
presence was noticed. This was encouraging, so he focused his
mental powers in an effort to communicate telepathically with the
object of his desires. But she seemed unattuned, and coyly
refrained from showing her face.
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