With which tragic ultimatum Miss Jean turned and fled. Angus gaped after her and at his wife.
"Well, of all darn fool girls—" he exclaimed.
"You don't understand. You made it worse."
"Why, what did I—"
"Never mind now. I'll talk to her after a while, but in her place I'd feel much the same. I only hope she will get over it."
"Of course she will. Rot! She fooled herself about Chetwood, same as I did. Go and make her behave sensibly."
"You don't know a blessed thing about girls," his wife told him.
"Well, I'll bet if you let the two of them get together they'll make it up. She'll go for him red-headed for five minutes, then it'll be over."
But Faith vetoed this simple plan. She saw that Jean's pride had been deeply hurt. When Chetwood appeared, later, he met the surprise of his young life. He did not see Jean. Faith took the matter into her own hands.
"But—but, hang it," he exclaimed when the situation was made clear to him, "it's all a beastly, rotten misunderstanding. I mean to say it's all wrong. Jean—why, bless the girl, I never dreamed of offending her."