The triumphant actor hid the letter in his breast, congratulating himself on having so easily obtained possession of it.
"I am very fortunate, for had the fickle little beauty received it, all would have been explained between them."
Geraldine came to the door to receive him, and he saw at once how much she had changed toward him by the simple fact that she had not adorned herself in her best gown, as usual, but wore her simple shop-gown of black serge.
She did not care whether she looked fair to him or not, and he quickly realized it, for he was an adept in reading the complex nature of woman. But he hid his chagrin, saying, admiringly:
"Perhaps you do not realize how pretty and demure you look in that black gown."
"Thank you," Geraldine said, listlessly, as she sank into a chair opposite, and tried to seem friendly and interested.
[CHAPTER VIII.]
"A GIRL HAS A RIGHT TO CHANGE HER MIND."