"Even so, is n't it possible for a man to keep his head?" demanded Monte.
"I don't understand," replied Peter.
"Look here—I don't want to intrude in your affairs, but I don't suppose you are talking merely abstractedly. You have some one definite in mind?"
"Yes."
"Then you ought to understand; you've kept steady."
"I wouldn't be like this if I had," answered Peter.
"You mean your eyes."
"I tried to forget her because she wasn't ready to listen. I turned to my work, and put in twenty hours a day. It was a fool thing to do. And yet—"
Monte held his breath.
"From the depths I saw the heights, I saw the wonderful beauty of the peaks."