"That"s over, anyhow," he said.
Hearing a queer noise behind him, he turned. There stood Marie, sniffling and wiping her eyes.
"Good Heavens," he demanded, "what"s this?"
Marjory instantly moved to the girl"s side.
"There--there," she soothed her gently; "it"s only the excitement, n"est ce pas?"
"Yes, madame; and you know I wish you all happiness."
"And me also?" put in Monte.
"It goes without saying that monsieur will be happy."
He thrust some gold-pieces into her hand.
"Then drink to our good health with your friends," he suggested.
Calling a taxicab, he a.s.sisted her in; but before the door closed Marjory leaned toward her and whispered in her ear:--
"You will come back to the hotel at six?"
"Yes, madame."
So Marie went off to her cousins, looking in some ways more like a bride than her mistress.
Marjory preferred to walk. She wanted to get back again to the mood of half an hour ago. She must in some way get Peter Noyes out of her mind. So quite aimlessly they moved down the Avenue Montaigne, and Monte waved his hand at the pa.s.sing people.
"Now," he announced, "you are none of anybody"s business."
"Is that true, Monte?" Marjory asked eagerly.
"True as preaching."
"And no one has any right to scold me?"
"Not the slightest. If any one tries it, turn him over to me."
"That might not always be possible."
"You don"t mean to say any one has begun this soon?"
He glared about as if to find the culprit.
"Don"t look so fierce, Monte," she protested, with a laugh.
"Then don"t you look so worried," he retorted.
Already, by his side, she was beginning to recover. A Parisian dandy coming toward them stared rather overlong at her. An hour ago it would have made her uneasy; now she felt like making a face at him.
She laughed a little.
"The minister was terribly serious, was n"t he, Monte?"
"Too darned serious," he nodded. "But, you see, he did n"t know. I suppose the cross-your-throat, hope-to-die kind of marriage is serious.
That"s the trouble with it."
"Yes; that"s the trouble with it."
"I can see Chic coming down the aisle now, with his face chalk-white and--"
"Don"t," she broke in.
He looked down at her--surprised that she herself was taking this so seriously.
"My comrade," he said, "what you need is to play a little."
"Yes," she agreed eagerly.
"Then where shall we go? The world is before you."
He was in exactly the mood to which she herself had looked forward--a mood of springtime and irresponsibility. That was what he should be.
It was her right to feel like that also.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "I"d like to go to all the places I could n"t go alone! Take me."
"To the Cafe de Paris for lunch?"
She nodded.
"To the races afterward and to the Riche for dinner?"
"Yes, yes."
"So to the theater and to Maxim"s?"
Her face was flushed as she nodded again.
"We"re off!" he exclaimed, taking her arm.
It was an afternoon that left her no time to think. She was caught up by the gay, care-free crowd and swept around in a dizzy circle. Yet always Monte was by her side. She could take his arm if she became too confused, and that always steadied her.
Then she was whirled back to the hotel and to Marie, with no more time than was necessary to dress for dinner. She was glad there was no more time. For at least to-day there must be no unfilled intervals. She felt refreshed after her bath, and, to Marie"s delight, consented to attire herself in one of her newest evening gowns, a costume of silk and lace that revealed her neck and arms. Also she allowed Marie to do her hair as she pleased. That was a good sign, but Marie thought madame"s cheeks did not look like a good sign.
"I hope madame--"
"Have you so soon forgotten what I asked of you?" Marjory interrupted.