"I know that"s what you said, but it"s only an excuse, isn"t it?" she asked bluntly.
Forrester smiled. "I don"t think it"s worth arguing about, anyway," he said.
"Don"t you? Well, I do," said Peg. She went back and shut the door, which was on the jar only, and came again to stand beside him.
"There"s none so blind as those who won"t see," she said with seeming irrelevance.
Forrester laid down his pen and half turned in his chair.
"What do you mean?" he asked quietly.
Peg coloured a little, but her eyes met his steadily.
"I mean that you ought to look after your wife yourself," she said.
There was no mistaking her meaning, and Forrester made no attempt to do so.
There was a little silence; then he laughed shortly.
"And supposing my wife refuses to allow me to look after her?" he asked.
Peg shrugged her shoulders impatiently.
"What"s the good of being a big, strong man like you if you can"t master one little slip of a girl?" she said.
The Beggar Man coloured.
"I"ve said all that to myself scores of times," he answered frankly; "but it"s not in me to bully any woman. I thought it was; I know better now." He looked up at her deprecatingly. "You"ve been honest with me,"
he said, "and I"ll be honest with you. My marriage is the biggest mistake of my life, and I"ve made a few in my time. If--if Faith wishes to be free of me, well----"
Peg pulled at the strings of her gaudy veil as if they were choking her.
"Oh, she"s a fool--a silly little fool!" she cried bitterly. "Sometimes I can hardly keep my hands off her when I see----" She broke off, her pa.s.sion dying away as quickly as it had arisen. "I beg your pardon," she said bluntly.
There was an eloquent silence; then she broke out again with a most strange humility:
"Mr. Forrester, come with us to-day. Please come with us."
Forrester knew Peg well enough to know also that there was some deep reason for her request, and, in spite of what he had just said, his heart contracted with a fierce pain as he thought of the rapidly-growing friendship between his wife and Digby.
"Please," said Peg again, and impulsively she laid her hand on his shoulder.
The Beggar Man looked down at her firm, strong fingers irresolutely.
Then suddenly he lifted his hand and covered them with a warm pressure.
"Very well, but it"s only because you have asked me," he said.
He rose and began pushing the pile of papers away into a drawer, and Peg walked out of the room, her head drooping, her face quivering.
She met Faith in the hall.
"I"ve been looking for you everywhere," the younger girl said. "Where have you been? Mr. Digby"s been ready to start ever so long."
"I know. I was talking to Mr. Forrester," Peg answered defiantly.
Faith glanced towards the closed study door.
"I suppose I"d better go and say good-bye to him," she said with faint nervousness.
Peg laughed.
"You needn"t trouble. He"s coming, after all."
Faith"s eyes widened.
"Coming with us? He said he couldn"t!"
"I know. I made him change his mind."
She walked to the open front door and looked at the waiting car. Digby was standing beside it.
"Are you ready, Miss Fraser?" he asked with a touch of impatience.
"We"re waiting for Mr. Forrester," Peg said casually. "He"s coming, after all."
She was not slow to see the swift shadow of disappointment that crossed his face, though he said heartily enough:
"Changed his mind, has he? Good!"
"Yes; I persuaded him," Peg said laconically.
She was fully aware that Faith was close beside her, and it gave her a fierce sort of joy to know that the girl"s eyes were turned upon her with the faintest shadow of suspicion in them.
When Forrester appeared Peg called to him quickly.
"Come and sit next to me, Mr. Forrester. The back seat"s the most comfortable."
Faith"s lips moved as if she would have spoken, but she closed them again and took her place beside Digby without comment.
Not one of the four could have said that the day was enjoyable. There was an intangible something in the air which they all could feel but none of them explain.
They drove into the heart of the country and lunched at a wayside inn.
Faith was very quiet, and she kept glancing at Peg and her husband with scared eyes.
Afterwards, when they went out into the woods in their wonderful autumn tints, she found herself with Digby, and, looking quickly round, saw that her husband and Peg were some little distance behind, sauntering along leisurely and apparently the best of friends.
She could hear Forrester"s deep voice and Peg"s rather loud laugh, and a queer sense of unwantedness crept into her heart.
"A penny for your thoughts!" Digby said, touching her arm, and she started and smiled and said they were not worth anything.