"I'm glad you're pleased, Peggy; I need your good wishes.

And, Peggy," he continued, with a touch of boyish wistfulness, "do you think there's a chance for a fellow?
I've had the very deuce of a time over that Englishman." It was not quite easy for her to say, "Monty, you are the best in the world.

Go in and win." From the window she watched him swing off down the street, wondering if he would turn to wave his hand to her, his custom for years.

But the broad back was straight and uncompromising.

His long strides carried him swiftly out of sight, but it was many minutes before she turned her eyes, which were smarting a little, from the point where he was lost in the crowd.