He was still standing before her. Apparently he intended to remain. So she rose and crossed to another chair. He followed.
"You should have gone on," she insisted.
"I had my old room—next to yours," he said.
She must trouble him still more. There was no other way.
"That was rather sentimental of you, Monte, was n't it?" she asked lightly.
"I went there as a man goes home," he answered softly.
Her lips became suddenly dumb.
"Then I had a long letter from Peter; the first one."
"He has written you before?"
"He wrote me that he loved you and was going to marry you. That was before he learned the truth."