“You—you may come to St. Jo. again?”
“Possibly, although it is uncertain.”
“But you have done so well here this time, and the people liked you so much.”
“I know; however, I may not be in the theatrical business next season. I hope to return to college. Good-by.”
She held out her hand.
“Good-by!” she exclaimed, impulsively. “I wish you all the success you deserve, and that is good fortune in everything.”
He took her hand. Then she turned away quickly, and he watched her till she had ascended the steps to her home.
Frank was satisfied. No matter what came out of the affair between himself and Dunton, he felt that he had done right. Thinking it all over, he walked onward swiftly.
Suddenly he stopped and looked around.
“By Jove!” he muttered. “I believe I have lost my way! I do not remember passing through this quarter of the city.”