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Stella looked at him and began to laugh again.

“My dear fellow,” she said, in a most provoking way, “you had better attend to that eye without delay. It’s turning black. It’ll be closed if you don’t look after it.”

Then she turned and walked away, leaving Vance almost frothing with jealous fury.

Granville Garland was almost the only man who remained with Vance. The others moved away, talking about what had happened.

“You’ve got it in the neck, Vance,” said Garland, sympathetically. “She has thrown you down for Hodge.”

“Oh, don’t talk to me!” growled the discomfited actor. “I could murder that fellow! I’d do anything to get even with him, and I’ll find a way to do it, too!”

“Well, just now you had better take Stanley’s advice and attend to that eye. You’ll be a beauty if you don’t doctor it in a hurry.”

Snarling to himself, Lester Vance left the stage, and a second later, fuming with fury, hurried from the theater. At a market he bought a slice of beefsteak to use as a poultice on his eye, and then hastened to the hotel at which the company was stopping.