s 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 pass
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 appr