And perhaps if I were less wickedly human, he would not care for me so much." Monty listened at first in a sort of a daze, for he had unthinkingly accepted the general opinion of the DeMille situation.

But there were tears in her eyes for a moment, and the tone of her voice was convincing.

It came to him with unpleasant distinctness that he had been all kinds of a fool.

Looking back over his intercourse with her, he realized that the situation had been clear enough all the time.
"How little we know our friends!" he exclaimed, with some bitterness.
And a moment later, "I've liked you a great deal, Mrs.Dan, for a long time, but to-night--well, to-night I am jealous of Dan." The "Flitter" saw some rough weather in making the trip across the Bay of Lyons.

She was heading for Nice when an incident occurred that created the first real excitement experienced on the voyage.