Peggy eyed the cigar apprehensively.
'Will that take very long?' she asked. 'We've lots more to do, you know.'
'What more is there to do?' he inquired amiably.
'Well, there's a good deal left still, you know,' she murmured in a rather embarrassed way.
'By Jove, so there is,' he agreed. 'But I don't quite see——'
Certainly Peggy was a little troubled; her confidence seemed to fail her rather; she appeared to contemplate a new and difficult enterprise.
'There isn't a bit too much if—if we do the proper thing,' she said. She looked at him—it might be said she looked over him—with a significant gaze. He glanced down at his coat:
'Oh, nonsense! There's no fun in that,' he objected.
'It's quite half the whole thing,' she insisted.
There were signs of rebellion about him; he fussed and fidgeted, hardly doing justice to the Baron von Plutopluter's taste in cigars.