"She stood up there by her tea-tray, and preached at me. One of the shortest straightest sermons that I had ever heard, but the suddenness with which she plunged into her subject was rather startling!"
Mrs. Dale looked grave.
"I am sorry if she annoyed you, Harry; I must say her zeal outruns her discretion sometimes. But her motive is good, and she has been the means of bringing me into touch with things that for a long time I pushed into the background."
It cost Mrs. Dale some considerable effort to say those few words.
Her nephew whistled softly.
"She is an original," he said. "Don't forbid her to speak, Aunt. I shall be interested in seeing how she will follow it up."
"I don't think you will find she refers to it again. As far as I gather, Peggy gives her message and leaves it. She won't trouble you any more."
[CHAPTER XI]
"A LITTLE TRUMP!"
CAPTAIN D'ARCY did not see Peggy again for some weeks. He was rapidly recovering his health, and one morning walked into the library to find Peggy relighting the fire which had gone out.