"Now, there is no occasion for that sigh, Graydon. Recall that morning drive to which you have alluded. What franker, truer friendship could you ask than I gave evidence of then? Come now, be sensible. You live too much in the present moment, and yield to your impulses. Miss Wildmere was a delusion and a snare, but there are plenty of true women in the world. Some day you will meet the right one. She won't object to your friends, but she probably would to sisters who are not sisters." Graydon laughed a little bitterly as he said, "So you imagine that after my recent experience I shall soon be making love to another girl?" "Why not? Because Miss Wildmere is a fraud do you intend to spite yourself by letting some fair, true girl pass by unheeded? That might be to permit the fraud to injure you almost as much as if she had married you." He burst out laughing, as he exclaimed, "Well, your head is level." "Certainly it is. My head is all right, even though I have not much heart, as you believe. I told you I could be a good fellow, and I don't propose to indulge you in sentiment about what is past and gone--natural and true as it was at the time--or in cynicism for the future. I shall dance at your wedding, and you won't be gray, either. Come; the music has ceased, and it must be almost Sunday morning." "Very well. On the day when you rightly boxed my ears, and I asked you to make your own terms of peace, I resolved to submit to everything and anything." "You don't 'stay put,' is the trouble. Did I look and act so very cross that morning?" "You looked magnificent, and you spoke with such just eloquent indignation that you made my blood tingle. No, my brave, true friend--I may say that, mayn't I?--it was not a little thing for you to go away alone to fight so heroic a battle and achieve such a victory; and, Madge, I honor you with the best homage of my heart. You have taught me how to meet trouble when it comes." As they went up the steps, Arnault, with a pale, stern face, and looking neither to the right nor to the left, passed them and strode away. CHAPTER XXXIII THE END OF DIPLOMACY