CHAPTER XXX
THE VIGIL LIGHT
"I'll go and rouse up one of the hotels," said Garth.
"But you're in evening dress," Marise reminded him. "You can't come back like that in the morning. Besides, what would the people think?"
"Hang the people!" Garth replied.
"One can't—unfortunately."
"Well, here's a better plan. I'll sit outside in the garden court. I can come in—if you'll let me—before there's any chance of being seen."
Marise shivered. "It would be cold!"
"Pooh!" said Garth. "It's never really cold here. Don't forget it wasn't exactly a picnic, those years in France. I don't think I shall ever mind cold again."
"Anyhow, I should feel a brute sleeping calmly here, with you sitting on a hard bench out of doors. I may not be a very nice person," Marise criticised herself, "but I'm not a thorough-paced pig. We must think of some other possible arrangement."