"Well, Liane knew that man, and was in love with him, but he snubbed her with the proudest bow I ever saw, one day when we passed by his grand home on Commonwealth Avenue."
"So he lives on Commonwealth Avenue!" remarked Carlos Cisneros, with a flash of his somber, black eyes. He was thinking of the house he had followed Roma's carriage to yesterday—the palatial mansion on Commonwealth Avenue.
"So she is there at my rival's house, and she dares to think I will let her marry him! And I have two scores to settle with the handsome Devereaux!" he thought.
Devereaux could scarcely believe the terrible news.
He hoped there might be some mistake, and he determined to go to the store and see if she might not be there.
But there were no pansy-blue eyes smiling over the glove counter, but a pair of sparkling black ones, whose owner smiled.
"Miss Lester? No; she is not here to-day. I cannot tell you anything about her; but there's her friend, Miss White, you can ask her—Lizzie!"
Lizzie White hurried forward, but she could tell him no more than he had already heard.
She wondered whom the handsome stranger could be, but she was too timid to ask his name, only she thought within herself that he must surely be in love with Liane, he was so pale and disturbed looking.
It seemed to her that he was most loath to accept the theory that the girl had gone away with a lover.