Peggy looked at her with a shrewd kindness, weighing the advantages of still more candour.
'I want to meet Mr. Fricker,' she confessed at last.
'That means you're in communication with Trix?' An inspiration came upon her. 'Heavens, I believe she's living with you!'
'Yes, she is. She said I might tell you if I liked, though she doesn't want it generally known. But can you help me to meet Mr. Fricker?'
'Are you Trix's ambassador?'
'No, no. She knows nothing about it. She'd be furious.'
Lady Blixworth released her manual hold of her prisoner and sat down, but she kept a detaining eye on her.
'Are you going to throw yourself at Fricker's feet, and ask him to give Trix's money back?'
'Do you know about——?'
'Yes, Lord Barmouth told me; and very much I've enjoyed keeping it to myself. I can feel for Trix; but if you want a lesson, my dear, it's this—the world isn't everybody's football. You won't do any good by clasping Fricker's knees, however pretty you may look.'