hed shyly if he as much as glanced in their direction.
His schedule had become a little too much of a schedule. It suggested
the annual tour of the middle-aged gentlemen who follow the spas and
drink of the waters.

He felt all those things now even more keenly than he had at the time.
Looking back at them, he gained a new perspective that emphasized each
disagreeable detail. But he had only to think of Marjory as there with
him and--presto, they vanished. Had she been with him at Davos--better
still, were she able to go to Davos with him next winter--he knew with
what joy she would sit in front of him on the bob-sled and take the
breathless dip of the Long Run. He knew how she would meet him in the
morning with her cheeks stung into a deep red by the clean cold of the
mountain air. She would climb the heights with him, laughing. She
would skate with him and ski with him, and there would be no one
younger than they.

Monte again began to pace his room. She must go to Davos with him next
winter. He must take her around the whole schedule with him. She must
go to England and golf with him, and from there to his camp. She would
love it there. He could picture her in the woods, on the lake, and
before the camp-fire, beneath the stars.

From there they would go on to Cambridge for the football season. She
would like that. As a girl she had been cheated of all the big games,
and he would make up for it. So they would go on to New York for the
holidays. He had had rather a stupid time of it last year. He had
gone down to Chic's for Christmas, but had been oppressed by an
uncomfortable feeling that he did not belong there. Mrs. Chic had been
busy with so many presents for others that he had felt like old
Scrooge. He had made his usual gifts to relatives, but only as a
matter of habit. With Marjory with him, he would be glad to go
shopping as Chic and Mrs. Chic did. He might even go on to
Philadelphia with her and look up some of the relatives he had lately
been avoiding.

Where in thunder had his thoughts taken him again? He put his head in
his hands. He had carried her around his whole schedule with him just
as if this were some honest-to-God marriage. He had done this while
she lay in the next room peacefully sleeping in perfect trust.

She must never know this danger, nor be further subjected to it. There
was only one safe way--to take the early train for Calais without even
seeing her again.