'Haven't the least intention of it,' said Peggy coolly. 'I shall go purely on a business footing.' She paused a minute. 'Trix sent you her love, and would like to see you in a little while.'
'I'll write to her from Barslett.' Lady Blixworth smiled reflectively.
'And about Mr. Fricker?'
'It's a business matter—ask him for an appointment.'
'I never thought of that,' said Peggy, ignoring the irony. 'That's the simplest thing, isn't it?'
'Really I believe, the way you'll do it, it'll be the best. And you might try the knees, perhaps, after all. He's got a heart, I suppose, and an ugly wife, I know. So he must be accessible.'
'You're quite wrong in that idea,' persisted Peggy.
'Of course you could get a card for something where he'd be easily enough, but——'
'The appointment for me! Thanks so much, Lady Blixworth. Without your advice I should have been afraid.'
'Give Trix my love, and tell her I think she deserves it all.'