Monte paced the room. Obviously this was not right. There was no reason why she should be continually hounded. Yet there seemed to be no way to prevent it.
He stopped in front of her. She glanced up—her eyes, even now, calm and deep as trout pools.
"I'll get hold of the beggar to-day," he said grimly.
She shook her head.
"Please not."
"But he's the one who must go away. If I could have a few minutes with him alone, I think perhaps I could make him see that."
"Please not," she repeated.
"What's the harm?"
"I don't think it would be safe—for either of you."
She raised her eyes as she said that, and for a moment Monte was held by them. Then she rose.