"Fate brought us to her."
"Then," exclaimed Monte, "what are you doing here?"
She stopped and faced him. It was evident that he was sincere.
"You men—all men are so stupid at times!" she cried, with a little laugh.
He shook his head slowly.
"I 'll have to admit it."
"Why, he's with her now," she laughed. "That's why I stayed at home to-day."
Monte held his breath for a second, and then he said:—
"You mean, the woman Peter loves is—is Marjory Stockton?"
"No other. I thought he must have told you. If not, I thought you must have guessed it from her."