'You don't know what a state she's in,' urged Peggy reproachfully.
'A thoroughly unscrupulous woman—and, bad as times are, I'd have given a hundred pounds to see her shove Lord Barmouth out of the way and skedaddle down that road.'
'You'd be nice to her, but everybody else is horrid.'
'She deserves it all,' was Lady Blixworth's inexorable verdict.
Peggy looked at her with meditative eyes.
'Her obvious duty was to marry him, and please herself afterwards,' Lady Blixworth explained. 'We must have our rules kept, Peggy, else where should we be? And because we were all furious with him for marrying her, we're all the more furious with her now for throwing him over. Nothing is more offensive than to see other people despise what you'd give your eyes to have.'
'She didn't despise it. She's very unhappy at not having it.'
'At not having it for nothing, I suppose? I've no patience with her.'
'Yes, you have—and lots of understanding. And you're rather fond of her too. Well, I shall go and see Mr. Fricker.'