Monte gave a sigh of relief.
"That's over, anyhow," he said.
Hearing a queer noise behind him, he turned. There stood Marie, sniffling and wiping her eyes.
"Good Heavens," he demanded, "what's this?"
Marjory instantly moved to the girl's side.
"There—there," she soothed her gently; "it's only the excitement, n'est ce pas?"
"Yes, madame; and you know I wish you all happiness."
"And me also?" put in Monte.
"It goes without saying that monsieur will be happy."
He thrust some gold-pieces into her hand.