It was evident that Peggy could comfort her on that score hardly more than with regard to the troubles that were strange and mysterious. Indeed Peggy was almost at her limit of endurance.
'If you're miserable any longer, and don't go quietly to bed, I think I shall begin to cry and never stop,' she declared in serious warning.
'Have I said a great deal?' asked Trix wearily. 'I'm sorry; I had to say it to someone. It was burning me up inside, you know.'
'You will come to bed?' Peggy entreated.
'Yes, I'll come to bed. I've got nothing, you know. I must have left everything there.'
This problem again was familiar; Peggy assured her that there would be no trouble. A rather hysterical smile came on Trix's lips.
'They'll find all my things in the morning,' she said. 'And Lord Barmouth will tell them how I knocked him down! And Mrs. Bonfill! And Lady Barmouth!'
'It would be rather fun to be there,' suggested Peggy, readily advancing to the brink of mirth.
'And Mortimer!'
Peggy looked at her curiously and risked the question:—