"You did n't remain behind for that, I hope," he smiled.
"No," she admitted; "but I do appreciate your kindness. Peter has had such a terrible time of it."
"And yet," mused Monte aloud, "he does n't seem to feel that way himself."
"He has confided in you?"
"A little. He told me he regretted nothing."
"He has such fine courage!" she exclaimed.
"Not that alone. He has had some beautiful dreams."
"That's because of his courage."
"It takes courage, then, to dream?" Monte asked.
"Don't you think it does—with your eyes gone?"