"You met—Peter Noyes?" she asked slowly.
"Quite by chance. He was on his way to walk, and I took him with me. He's a wonderful fellow, Marjory."
"You talked with him?"
He nodded.
"He takes life mighty seriously."
"Too seriously, Monte," she returned.
"It's what made him blind; and yet—there 's something worth while about a man who gets into the game that way. Hanged if he did n't leave me feeling uncomfortable."
She looked worried.
"How, Monte?"
"Oh, as though I ought to be doing something instead of just kicking around the Continent. Do you know I had a notion of studying law at one time?"