"Well?" queried Peter, evidently puzzled.
"That's only one of a thousand things that can happen to 'em. There are worse things. They are happening every day."
"Well?"
"When I think of Chic and his children I think of him pacing the hall with his forehead all sweaty with the ache inside of him. Nothing pleasant about that, is there?"
Peter did not answer for a moment, and then what he said seemed rather pointless.
"What of it?" he asked.
"Only this," answered Monte uneasily. "When you speak of a wife and children you have to remember those facts. You have to consider that you 're going to be torn all to shoe-strings every so often. Maybe you open the gates of heaven, but you throw open the gates of hell too. There's no more jogging along in between on the good old earth."
"Good Lord!" exclaimed Peter. "You consider such things?"
"I've always tried to stay normal," answered Monte uneasily.
"Yet you said you're married?"