"You know where we live!" she ejaculated.
"Certainly I do. Good-evening. Clarence shall be home in half an hour."
He handed the driver two dollars, and Elise was taken to her apartments in a luxurious style which was entirely new to her.
Mr. Smith returned to the gambling-saloon, much impressed with the modesty and beauty of Elise.
"Decidedly, she is too good for Clarence," he muttered.
Once again in the gilded saloon of vice he looked in vain for Clarence among the players.
"Where is the young man who was winning?" he asked of the dealer.
"He has dropped out," was the answer.
"A loser?"
"Yes. He staked his pile on one card, and somehow it didn't come up as he expected."