"Well, I'm not so sure; but I'll go and see him myself. I suppose I can find him in his office in the city?"
"I think so—Well, do what you can for us, my boy; and Dorian, don't take to heart too much what her mother implied just now."
"Not any more than I ought," replied Dorian. "If there is any blame to be placed on me—and I think there is—I want to bear it, and do what I can to correct my mistakes. I think a lot of Carlia, I like her more than any other girl I know, and I should have shown that to her both by word and deed more than I have done. I'm going to help you find her, and when I find her I'll not let her go so easily."
"Thank you. I'm glad to hear you say that."
Monday morning Dorian went to the city and readily found the man whom he was seeking. He was in his office.
"Good morning. Glad to see you," greeted Mr. Lamont, as he swung around on his chair. "Take a seat. What can I do for you?"
As the question was asked abruptly, the answer came in like manner.
"I want to know what you know about Carlia Duke."
Mr. Lamont reddened, but he soon regained his self-possession.
"What do you mean!" he asked.