He could not sleep that night for thinking of Cissy's looks and words, and wondering if he should see her to-morrow when he called on Geraldine.
"I shall ask for her also, and then she can have no excuse for not seeing me," he resolved, firmly.
The next afternoon, at the earliest permissible hour, he presented himself at the door of Mrs. Fitzgerald's magnificent house, and sent in his cards for the two young ladies.
He was ushered into a dainty reception-room, fitted in blue, and waited with what patience he could for their appearance.
Presently the heavy portieres were swept aside by a plump, dimpled white hand, and Miss Carroll entered the room alone.
Cameron Clemens sprang to meet her, thinking that she had never looked more lovely in her becoming house gown of delicate blue, with lace and ribbons fluttering about it.
He offered his hand, and as she placed hers in it he saw a delicate pinkness about her eyelids that betrayed recent tears.
Pointing to a seat, she exclaimed:
"Isn't it surprising? Or—have you not heard?"
"I have heard nothing, Miss Carroll. Pray enlighten me."