"How many months have I been gone already?"
"Four."
"Oh, yes; then I'll go back to New York."
"What will you do there, Monte?"
"I—I don't know. Maybe I'll call on Chic some day."
"If they should ever learn!" cried Marjory.
"Eh?"
Monte passed his hand over his forehead.
"There is n't any danger of that, is there?"
"I don't think I'll ever dare meet her again."