"I think Mrs. Covington must be a good deal like Marjory."
"She is," admitted Monte.
"So, if I had n't been lucky enough to find you already suited, you might have given me a race."
"You forget that the ladies themselves have some voice in such matters," Monte replied slowly.
"I have better reasons than you for not forgetting that," answered Peter.
Monte started.
"I was n't thinking of you," he put in quickly. "Besides, you did n't give Marjory a fair chance. Her aunt had just died, and she—well, she has learned a lot since then."
"She has changed!" exclaimed Peter. "I noticed it at once; but I was almost afraid to believe it. She seems steadier—more serious."
"Yes."
"You've seen a good deal of her recently?"