"It will be as interesting as Egyptian hieroglyphics," Margaret replied, as she opened her notebook and showed him pages of figures and symbols.
"May I see it, Miss Spencer?" asked DuQuesne from across the small table, extending his hand.
She looked at him, hot hostility in her brown eyes, and he dropped his hand.
"I beg your pardon," he said, with amused irony.
After the meal Seaton and Crane held a short consultation, and the former called to the girls, asking them to join in the "council of war." There was a moment's silence before Crane said diffidently:
"We have been talking about DuQuesne, Miss Spencer, trying to decide a very important problem."
Seaton smiled in spite of himself as the color again deepened in Margaret's face, and Dorothy laughed outright.
"Talk about a red-headed temper! Your hair must be dyed, Peggy!"
"I know I acted like a naughty child," Margaret said ruefully, "but he makes me perfectly furious and scares me at the same time. A few more remarks like that 'I beg your pardon' of his and I wouldn't have a thought left in my head!"
Seaton, who had opened his mouth, shut it again ludicrously, without saying a word, and Margaret gave him a startled glance.