Monte slowly. "He went away a little while ago. He
went suddenly--God knows where. I don't think he will ever come back."
"You can't help pitying the poor devil if he was fond of her," said
Peter.
"But he was n't good enough for her. It was his own fault too, so he
is n't deserving even of pity."
"Probably that makes it all the harder. What was the matter with him?"
"He was one of the kind we spoke of the other night--the kind who
always sits in the grandstand instead of getting into the game."
"Pardon me if I 'm wrong, but--I thought you spoke rather
sympathetically of that kind the other night."
"I was probably reflecting his views," Monte parried.
"That accounts for it," returned Peter. "Somehow, it did n't sound
consistent in you. I wish I could see your face, Covington."
"We're sitting in the dark here," answered Monte.
"Go on."
"Marjory liked this fellow well enough because--well, because he looked
more or less like a man. He was big physically, and all that.
Besides, his ancestors were all men, and I suppose they handed down
something."
"What was his name?"
"I think I 'd rather not tell you that. It's of no importance. This
is all strictly in confidence."
"I understand."
"So she let herself see a good deal of him. He was able to amuse her.
That kind of fellow generally can entertain a woman. In fact, that is
about all they are good for. When it comes down to the big things,
there is n't much there. They are well enough for the holidays, and I
guess that was all she was thinking about. She had had a hard time,
and wanted amusement. Maybe she fancied that was all she ever wanted;
but--well, there was more in her than she knew herself."
"A thousand times more!" exclaimed Peter.
"She found it out. Perhaps, after all, this fellow served his purpose
in helping her to realize that."
"Perhaps."
"So, after that, he left."
"And he cared for her?"
"Yes."
"Poor devil!"
"I don't know," mused Monte. "He seemed, on the whole, rather glad
that he had been able to do that much for her."
"I 'd like to meet that man some day. I have a notion there is more in
him than you give him credit for, Covington."
"I doubt it."
"A man who would give up her--"
"She's the sort of woman a man would want to do his level best for,"
broke in Monte. "If that meant giving her up,--if the fellow felt he
was n't big enough for her,--then he could n't do anything else, cou
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