To Madame Courcy, who appeared, she whispered:—
"Tell him I refuse to see him again. Tell him you will call the gendarmes."
"It seems so foolish to call in those fellows when the whole thing might be settled quietly right now," pleaded Monte.
He turned eagerly toward the door.
"If you don't come away, Monte," she said quietly, "I won't ever send for you again."
Reluctantly he followed her up the stairs as the bell jangled harshly, wildly.
CHAPTER IV
A PROPOSAL
Dejectedly, Monte seated himself upon a trunk in the midst of a scene of fluffy chaos. Marie had swooped in from the next room, seized one armful, and returned in consternation as her mistress stood poised at the threshold. Then, with her face white, Marjory closed the door and locked it.