"You were as dependent upon him as that?" she asked.
"It was what lured me on to Paris—and you," he smiled.
"Then I must be indebted to Edhart also."
"I think it would be no more than decent to look up his grave and place a wreath of roses there," he observed.
"But, Monte," she protested, "I should hate to imagine he had to give up his life—for just this."
"At any rate, if he hadn't died I'm sure I should have kept to my schedule," he said seriously.
"And then?"
"I should not have been here."
"You speak regretfully?" she asked.
He stopped abruptly and seized her arm.