There was no longer room for doubt, he imagined.
His worst suspicions were realized.
“She loves another,” was his conclusion; and he involuntarily sighed aloud.
This awoke Miss Clara from her reverie.
She placed the note and likeness in her bosom, and rose to depart.
Her manner was cold, and tinged with sadness.
As she passed him, she slightly bowed, never raised her eyes, and moved towards the door with a dignified and graceful step.
Charley never felt so sick at heart in his life before, and thought that Clara looked more blooming than ever.
In truth Miss Clara certainly did look captivating on this particular afternoon.
She was a brunette, of medium height, and symmetrically developed; her curls waved about her shoulders with every gust of air.