“You are a darling, Toby,” she said.
“I’m sure that’s very kind of you,” said Toby. “There’s a Christian Science case——”
But the meteor interrupted.
“Toby, don’t talk about things that have happened,” she said. “It’s so dull!”
“But it hasn’t happened. I was going to tell you what perhaps might be going to happen.”
“That’s better,” said Peggy. “Go on, dear.”
At that moment Hugh came around the corner of the tent.
“I had to wash,” he said, in defensive apology.
“Yes, I should think so, after the hay,” remarked Peggy. “We’ve only just finished soup, Hughie. You aren’t so very late.”
Hugh looked round, vividly, boyishly. Coming out of the thick dusk of the garden, his eyes were a little dazzled in the concentrated candle-light of the tent.