She searched his eyes. They were clean and blue.
"It's so absurd, Monte!" she gasped.
"You can call me, to yourself, your secretary," he suggested.
"No—not that."
"Then," he said, "call me just a camarade de voyage."
Her eyes warmed a trifle.
"I'll keep on calling you just Monte," she whispered.
And she gave him her hand.