"It was a great deal too much," she went on. "I did n't mind myself, because I could forget about it; but other people--they made me feel like a rabbit running before the hounds. Some one put the will in the papers, and people I'd never heard of began to write to me--dozens of them. Then men with all sorts of schemes--charities and gold mines and copper mines and oil wells and I don't know what all, came down there to see me: down there to the little farm, where I wanted to be alone. Of course, I could be out to them; but even then I was conscious that they were around. Some of them even waited until I ventured from the house, and waylaid me on the road. "Then there were others--people I knew and could n't refuse to see without being rude. I felt," she said, looking up at Monte, "as if the world of people had suddenly all turned into men, and that they were hunting me. I could n't get away from them without locking myself up, and that was just the thing I did n't want to do. In a way, I 'd been locked up all my life. So I just packed my things and took the steamer without telling any one but my lawyer where I was going." "It's too bad they wouldn't let you alone," said Monte. "It was like an evil dream," she said. "I did n't know men were like that." Monte frowned. Of course, that is just what would happen to a young woman as good-looking as she, suddenly left alone with a fortune. Her name, without a doubt, was on the mailing list of every promoter from New York to San Francisco. It was also undoubtedly upon the list of every man and woman who could presume an acquaintance with her. She had become fair game. "Then on the boat I met Teddy," she went on. "It was difficult not to meet him." He nodded. "I did n't mind so much at first; he was interesting." "Yes, he's that," admitted Monte. "And he was very pleasant until--he began to make love to me." If Monte knew Teddy Hamilton, this happened about the third day. "That was very annoying," she said reminiscently. "It was annoying, not only because of Teddy, but in itself. In some ways he did it very nicely--especially when he sang in the moonlight. I suppose it was my fault that I gave him the opportunity. I could have kept myself in my stateroom, or I could have played bridge with the elderly ladies in the cabin. But, you see, that's what Aunty always made me do, and I did want to get out. I did enjoy Teddy up to that point. But I did not want to fall in love with him, or with any one else. I suppose I 'm too selfish--too utterly and completely selfish." "To--er--to fall in love?" he questioned. "Yes. Oh, as long as I'm making you my father confessor, I may as well be thorough." She smiled. Monte leaned forward with sudden interest. Here was a question that at odd moments had disturbed his own peace of mind. It was Chic Warren who had first told him that in remaining a bachelor he was leading an utterly selfish life.