"You are mistaken!"
"How?"
"I was your rival!"
"You, Devereaux!"
They almost glared at each other, and Devereaux said hoarsely:
"I was in love with Miss Lester before you ever saw her face!"
"After all, that is not strange. Who could see her and not love her? But was your suit successful?"
"No."
"Rejected?"
Devereaux flushed, then answered frankly: