Monte lighted a cigarette, sank into a near-by chair, and waited.
"Beatrice said she told you," began Peter.
"She did," answered Monte; "I'd congratulate you if it would n't be so manifestly superfluous."
"I did n't realize she was an old friend of yours."
"I've known her for ten years," said Monte.
"It's wonderful to have known her as long as that. I envy you."
"That's strange, because I almost envy you."
Peter laughed.
"I have a notion I 'd be worried if you were n't already married, Covington."
"Worried?"