"But look here. Supposing the--this Hamilton should follow you there?" "Then I must move again." Monte paced the room. Obviously this was not right. There was no reason why she should be continually hounded. Yet there seemed to be no way to prevent it. He stopped in front of her. She glanced up--her eyes, even now, calm and deep as trout pools. "I'll get hold of the beggar to-day," he said grimly. She shook her head. "Please not." "But he's the one who must go away. If I could have a few minutes with him alone, I think perhaps I could make him see that." "Please not," she repeated. "What's the harm?" "I don't think it would be safe--for either of you." She raised her eyes as she said that, and for a moment Monte was held by them. Then she rose. "After all, it's too bad for me to inflict my troubles on you," she said. "I don't mind," he answered quickly. "Only--hang it all, there does n't seem to be anything I can do!" "I guess there is n't anything any one can do," she replied helplessly. "So you're going away?" "To-night," she nodded. "To Étois?" "Perhaps. Perhaps to India. Perhaps to Japan." It was the indefiniteness that Monte did not relish. Even as she spoke, it was as if she began to disappear; and for a second he felt again the full weight of his thirty-two years. He was perfectly certain that the moment she went he was going to feel alone--more alone than he had ever felt in his life. It was in the nature of a hunch. Within twenty-four hours he would be wandering over Paris as he had wandered yesterday. That would not do at all. Of course, he could pack up and go on to England, but at the moment he felt that it would be even worse there, where all the world spoke English. "Suppose I order young Hamilton to leave Paris?" he asked. "But what right have you to order him to leave Paris?" "Well, I can tell him he is annoying you and that I won't stand for it," he declared. For a second her eyes grew mellow; for a second a more natural red flushed her cheeks. "If you were only my big brother, now," she breathed. Monte saw the point. His own cheeks turned a red to match hers. "You mean he'll ask--what business you are of mine?" "Yes."