'Sorry to have kept you waiting, Peggy,' said Tommy cheerfully, coming in from the other room. 'I had a man on business, and Wilson didn't tell me you were here.'
Peggy rose to her feet; a tear trickled down her cheek.
'Hullo! What's the matter? Are you in trouble?'
'I overheard you through the door.'
'What?'
'Just at the end you raised your voice.'
'And you listened?' Tommy was rather reproachful, but it did not yet seem to strike him what had happened.
'I heard what you said about Airey Newton.'
Tommy gave a low whistle; a look of perplexity, not unmixed with amusement, spread over his face.
'The deuce you did!' he remarked slowly.