"Then drink to our good health with your friends," he suggested.
Calling a taxicab, he assisted her in; but before the door closed Marjory leaned toward her and whispered in her ear:—
"You will come back to the hotel at six?"
"Yes, madame."
So Marie went off to her cousins, looking in some ways more like a bride than her mistress.
Marjory preferred to walk. She wanted to get back again to the mood of half an hour ago. She must in some way get Peter Noyes out of her mind. So quite aimlessly they moved down the Avenue Montaigne, and Monte waved his hand at the passing people.
"Now," he announced, "you are none of anybody's business."
"Is that true, Monte?" Marjory asked eagerly.
"True as preaching."
"And no one has any right to scold me?"