"Good Lord!" exclaimed Peter. "You consider such things?"
"I"ve always tried to stay normal," answered Monte uneasily.
"Yet you said you"re married?"
"Even so, is n"t it possible for a man to keep his head?" demanded Monte.
"I don"t understand," replied Peter.
"Look here--I don"t want to intrude in your affairs, but I don"t suppose you are talking merely abstractedly. You have some one definite in mind?"
"Yes."
"Then you ought to understand; you"ve kept steady."
"I wouldn"t be like this if I had," answered Peter.
"You mean your eyes."
"I tried to forget her because she wasn"t ready to listen. I turned to my work, and put in twenty hours a day. It was a fool thing to do.
And yet--"
Monte held his breath.
"From the depths I saw the heights, I saw the wonderful beauty of the peaks."
"And still see them?"
"Clearer than ever now."
"Then you aren"t sorry she came into your life?"
"Sorry, man?" exclaimed Peter. "Even at this price--even if there were no hope ahead, I"d still have my visions."
"But there is hope?"
"I have one chance in a thousand. It"s more than anything I "ve had up to now."
"One in a thousand is a fighting chance," Monte returned.
"You speak as if that were more than you had."
"It was."
"Yet you won out."
"How?" demanded Monte.
"She married you."
"Yes," answered Monte, "that"s true. I say, old man--it"s getting a bit cool here. Perhaps we"d better go in."
Monte had planned for them a drive to Cannes the day Beatrice sent word to Marjory that she would be unable to go.
"But you two will go, won"t you?" she concluded her note. "Peter will be terribly disappointed if you don"t."
So they went, leaving at ten o"clock. At ten-fifteen Beatrice came downstairs, and ran into Monte just as he was about to start his walk.
"You"re feeling better?" he asked politely.
She shook her head.
"I--I"m afraid I told a fib."
"You mean you stayed because you did n"t want to go."
"Yes. But I did n"t say I had a headache."
"I know how you feel about that," he returned. "Leaving people to guess wrong lets you out in one way, and in another it does n"t."
She appeared surprised at his directness. She had expected him to pa.s.s the incident over lightly.
"It was for Peter"s sake, anyhow," she tried to justify her position.
"But don"t let me delay you, please. I know you "re off for your morning walk."
That was true. But he was interested in that statement she had just made that it was for Peter"s sake she had remained behind. It revealed an amazingly dense ignorance of both her brother"s position and Marjory"s. On no other theory could he make it seem consistent for her to encourage a tete-a-tete between a married woman and a man as deeply in love with some one else as Peter was.
"Won"t you come along a little way?" he asked. "We can turn back at any time."
She hesitated a moment--but only a moment.
"Thanks."
She fell into step at his side as he sought the quay.
"You"ve been very good to Peter," she said. "I"ve wanted a chance to tell you so."
"You did n"t remain behind for that, I hope," he smiled.
"No," she admitted; "but I do appreciate your kindness. Peter has had such a terrible time of it."
"And yet," mused Monte aloud, "he does n"t seem to feel that way himself."
"He has confided in you?"
"A little. He told me he regretted nothing."
"He has such fine courage!" she exclaimed.