ything I 've no right to ask. I
'd want him to live on tiptoe from one morning through to the next. I'd
begrudge him every minute he was just comfortable. I'd want him always
eager, always worried, because I 'd be always looking for him to do great
things. I 'd have him always ready for great sacrifices--not for me
alone, but for himself. I 'd be so proud of him I think I--I could with
a smile see him sacrifice even his life for another. For I should know
that, after a little waiting, I should meet him again, a finer and nobler
man. And all those things I asked of him I should want to do for him. I
'd like to lay down my life for him."

She stopped as abruptly as she had begun, staring about like some one
suddenly awakened to find herself in a strange country. It was Peter's
voice that brought her back again to the empty room.

"How you do love him!" he said solemnly.

"Peter," she cried, "you shouldn't have listened!"

She shrank back toward the door.

"And I--I thought just kisses on the eyes stood for love," he added.

"You must forget all I said," she moaned. "I was mad--for a moment!"

"You were wonderful," he told her.

She was still backing toward the door.

"I'm going off to hide," she said piteously.

"Not that," he called after her.

But the door closed in front of her. The door closed in front of him.
With his lips clenched, Peter Noyes walked back to the Hotel des Roses.

CHAPTER XXV

SO LONG

When Peter stepped into his sister's room he had forgotten that his
eyes were open.

"Beatrice," he said, "we must start back for New York as soon as
possible."

She sprang from her chair. Pale and without his shade, he was like an
apparition.

"Peter!" she cried.

"What's the trouble?"

"Your eyes!"

"They came back this morning."

"Then I was right! Marjory--Marjory worked the miracle!"

He smiled a little.

"Yes."

"It's wonderful. But, Peter--"

"Well?"

"You look so strange--so pale!"

"It's been--well, rather an exciting experience."

She put her arms about his neck and kissed him.

"You should have brought the miracle-worker with you," she smiled.

"And instead of that I'm leaving her."

"Leaving Marjory--after this?"

"Sit down, little sister," he begged. "A great deal has happened this
morning--a great deal that I'm afraid it's going to be hard for you to
understand. It was hard for me to understand at first; and yet, after
all, it's merely a q