'I envied it awfully,' she confessed. 'Diamonds and pearls, Trix—just beauties!'
Mr. Beaufort Chance said good-bye.
'I hope to see you again,' he added to Trix from the doorway.
'Do tell Miss Fricker how much I like her,' Peggy implored, following him to the baize door.
He went downstairs, silently, or not quite silently, cursing Peggy, yet on the whole not ill-pleased with his visit. He seemed to have made some progress in the task of subduing Trix Trevalla. She had been frightened—that was something. He walked off buttoning his frock-coat, looking like a prosperous, orderly, and most respectable gentleman. Fortunately emotions primitively barbarous are not indicated by external labels, or walks in the street would be fraught with strange discoveries.
It did not take long to put Peggy abreast of events; Trix's eyes could have done it almost without words.
'Men are astonishing,' opined Peggy, embracing Beaufort Chance and Fricker in a liberal generalisation.
'They say we're astonishing,' Trix reminded her.
'Oh, that's just because they're stupid.' She grew grave. 'Anyhow they're very annoying,' she concluded.