Part 14 (1/2)
”The doctor says it will be another two weeks before my arm is out of the sling.”
”Even so, the rest of you is well. There is n't much excuse for my bringing in your breakfasts, Monte.”
”Do you mind doing it?”
”No.”
”Who is to tie on this silk handkerchief?” He wore a black silk handkerchief over his bandages, which she always adjusted for him.
She met his eyes a moment, and smiled again.
”I'm going to etois,” she said. ”I think I shall get a little villa there and stay all summer.”
”Then,” he declared, ”I think I shall go to etois myself.”
”I 'm afraid you must n't.”
”But the doctor says I must n't play golf for six months. What do you think I'm going to do with myself until then?”
”There's all the rest of the world,” she suggested.
Monte frowned.
”Are you going to break our engagement, then?”
”It has served its purpose, hasn't it?” she asked.
”Up to now,” he admitted. ”But you say it can't go any farther.”
”No, Monte.”
The next suggestion that leaped into Monte's mind was obvious enough, yet he paused a moment before voicing it. Perhaps even then he would not have found the courage had he not been rather panic-stricken. He had exactly the same feeling, when he thought of her in etois, that he had when he thought of Edhart in Paradise. It started as resentment, but ended in a slate-gray loneliness.
He could imagine himself as sitting here alone at one of these little iron tables, and decidedly it was not pleasant. When he pictured himself as returning to his room in the hotel and to the company of the hotel valet, it put him in a mood that augured ill for the valet.
It would have been bad enough had he been able to resume his normal schedule and fill his time with golf; but, with even that relaxation denied him, such a situation as she proposed was impossible. For the present, at any rate, she was absolutely indispensable. She ought to know that a valet could not adjust a silk handkerchief properly, and that without this he could not even go upon the street. And who would read to him from the American papers?
There was no further excuse, she said, for her to bring in his breakfasts, but if she did not sit opposite him at breakfast, what in thunder was the use of eating breakfast? If she had not begun breakfasting with him, then he would never have known the difference.
But she had begun it; she had first suggested it. And now she calmly proposed turning him over to a valet.
”Marjory,” he said, ”didn't I ask you to marry me?”
She nodded.
”That was necessary in order that we might be engaged,” she reminded him.
”Exactly,” he agreed. ”Now there seems to be only one way that we may keep right on being engaged.”
”I don't see that, Monte,” she answered. ”We may keep on being engaged as long as we please, may n't we?”