"It's what I tell myself over and over again. To-day--well, I had an idea there must be some one in the background of her life I did n't know about." "You 'd better get that out of your head. This man is n't even in the background, Noyes." "I 'm not so sure. I thought she seemed worried. I tried to make her tell me, but she only laughed. She'd face death with a smile, that woman. I got to thinking about it in my room, and that's why I came down here to you. You've seen more of her these last few months than I have." "Not months; only weeks." "And this other--I don't want to pry into her affairs, but we're all just looking to her happiness, are n't we?" "Consider this other man as dead and gone," cut in Monte. "He was lucky to be able to play the small part in her life that he did play." "But something is disturbing her. I know her voice; I know her laugh. If I did n't have those to go by, there'd be something else. I can _feel_ when she's herself and when she is n't." Monte grasped his chair arms. He had studied her closely the last few days, and had not been able to detect the fact that she was worried. He had thought her gayer, more light-hearted, than usual. It was so that she had held herself before him. If Peter was right,--and Monte did not doubt the man's superior intuition,--then obviously she was worrying over the technicality that still held her a prisoner. Until she was actually free she would live up to the letter of her contract. This would naturally tend to strain her intercourse with Peter. She was not one to take such things lightly. Monte rose, crossed the room, and placed his hand on Peter's shoulder. "I think I can assure you," he said slowly, "that if there is anything bothering her now, it is nothing that will last. All you've got to do is to be patient and hold on." "You seem to be mighty confident." "If you knew what I know, you'd be confident too." Peter frowned. "I don't like discussing these things, but--they mean so much." "So much to all of us," nodded Monte. "Now, the thing to do is to turn in and get a good night's sleep. After all, there _is_ something in keeping normal." CHAPTER XXI BACK TO SCHEDULE Monte rose the next morning to find the skies leaden and a light, drizzling rain falling that promised to continue all day. It was the sort of weather that ordinarily left him quite helpless, because, not caring for either bridge or billiards, nothing remained but to pace the hotel piazza--an amusement that under the most favorable conditions has its limitations. But to-day--even though the rain had further interfered with his arrangements by making it necessary to cancel the trip he had planned for Marjory and Peter to Cannes--the weather was an inconsequential incident. It did not matter greatly to him whether it rained or not.