Cissy Carroll shook her dark head, and answered:
"Geraldine does not attend here any more. Can I show you the gloves?"
"If you please," he replied, and as she placed them before him, he took a pair, mechanically, in his shapely hand, but continued:
"I beg your pardon, but has Miss Harding gone to another store? She is a friend of mine. I wish to see her very much."
"Your name?" asked Cissy, with a quick suspicion of the truth, for he realized in his person Geraldine's description.
"I am Harry Hawthorne."
"I thought so. And I am Miss Carroll. Perhaps you have heard Geraldine speak of me?"
He smiled, and answered:
"Yes, as her 'chum Cissy.' She told me, also, that you roomed together."
"We did—but Geraldine has left me now."