Part 56 (1/2)

She ventured to glance up at him. With his lean, strong face to the sun, his lithe body swinging rhythmically to his stride, he looked like an Indian chieftain. So he would have stalked through virgin forests.

So, under different conditions, she might have been following his lead.

But conditions were as they were. That is what she must keep in mind.

He was here merely to escort her safely to Italy and to the steamer in which she was soon to sail for home. He was being decent to her, as under the same conditions he would be to any woman. He could scarcely do less than he was doing. She was forced upon him.

That he apparently took pleasure in the episode was natural enough. It was just the sort of experience he enjoyed. It was another pleasant excursion like the motor trip from Paris, with a touch of adventure added to give it spice. Possibly in his present mood there was also a trace of romance. Monte had his romantic side, based upon his quick sympathies. A maiden in distress was enough to rouse this. That was what happened yesterday when he told her of his love. He had been sincere enough for the moment, and no doubt believed everything he said. He had not given himself quite time enough to get back to his schedule. With that in good running order he would laugh at his present folly.

For she must remember that Monte had not as yet touched either the heights or the depths of love. It was in him to do that, but she must see to it that he did not. That was her task. Love as he saw it now was merely a pleasant garden, in May. It was a gypsy jaunt along the open road where it was pleasant enough to have her with him as he whistled along. A day or a week or a month or two of that was well enough, as he had said. Only she--she could not last that long.

To-day and to-morrow at the utmost was as much as she could endure, with every minute a struggle to whip back her emotions. Were it safe, she would try to keep it up for his sake. If without danger she could keep him happy this way, not allowing him to go any further, she would try. But there is a limit to what of herself a woman may sacrifice, even if she is willing.

So, with her lips set, she stumbled along the Cornice Road by his side.

At five that evening they had made half their journey and stopped at a wayside inn--the inn of L'Agneau dansant. On a squeaking sign before the ancient stone structure, which looked as if it must have been there in the days of post-chaises, a frolicsome lamb danced upon his hind legs, smiling to all who paused there an invitation to join him in this innocent pastime and not take the world too seriously. The good humor of the crude painting appealed to Monte. He grinned back at L'Agneau dansant.

”I'm with you,” he nodded.

Marjory, dusty and footsore, followed his gaze.

Then she too smiled.

”That fellow has the proper spirit,” he declared. ”Shall we place ourselves in his care?”

”I'm afraid I can't go any farther,” she answered wearily.

Monsieur Soucin came out, looking to be in anything but the mood of the gay lamb before his door.

”Two rooms, a little supper, and some breakfast,” explained Monte.

”But we must strike a bargain. We are not American tourists--merely two travelers of the road without much gold and a long way to go.”

”I have but a single louis d'or,” put in madame.

”Monsieur! Madame!” interrupted Soucin. ”I am sorry, but I cannot accommodate you at any price. In the next village a regiment of soldiers have arrived. I have had word that I must receive here ten officers. They come at seven to-night.”

”But look here--madame is very tired,” frowned Monte.

”I am sorry,” answered Soucin helplessly.

Monte stepped nearer and jingled the gold in his pocket.

”Doubtless the next village in that case is without accommodations also,” said Monte. ”We will strike no bargain. Name your price up to ten louis d'or; for madame must rest.”

Soucin shook his head.

”I am giving up my own room. I must sleep in the kitchen--if I sleep at all; which, mon Dieu, is doubtful.”

”Supposing we had arrived yesterday, would you have turned us out to-night?”