'No, no, there's nothing to tell me—nothing!'
'If the philosophy is great and true, is there to be no credit for the teacher?'
'Did I?' murmured Peggy, 'did I?' She went on in a hurried whisper: 'If that's at all true, perhaps Tommy Trent will forgive me for breaking my word.'
'If Fricker fell, and I have fallen, who is Tommy Trent?'
She moved away with a laugh, hunted for a cigarette—the box was hidden by papers—found it, and lit it. She saw Airey take up the pearls, go to the safe, open it, and lock them in.
'Never!' she cried in gay but determined protest.
'Yes, some day,' said he quietly, as he went back to his seat.
They sat together in silence till Peggy had finished her cigarette and thrown it away.
'If all goes well,' he said softly, more as though he spoke to himself than to her, 'I shall have something to work for now. I can fancy work will be very pleasant now, if things go well, Peggy.'