Collingwood seemed to be thinking of something else. He was gazing at the end of his cigarette and not looking at her at all. "Yes," he said in an absent-minded voice.
"I wonder——" Peggy went on; and then suddenly she stopped, and Collingwood looked up with a start.
"I wonder," Peggy continued, "what the Attwill will think?"
"Think?" he answered. "She can jolly well think what she likes."
"I don't much mind what she thinks," Peggy said; "but I'll bet she's put some rotten idea into Ellerdine's head. Colling, I don't like her—really I don't."
Although Peggy did not notice it, the man's voice became slightly strained. The lips assumed an appearance of somewhat exaggerated indifference, but there was a glint of watchfulness in the eyes.
"You don't like Lady Attwill?" he said.
"That's it," Peggy replied. "Where does she get her money from?"
Collingwood started slightly. The girl did not notice it. "I don't know," he said a little uneasily.
"Is that true, Colling?" Peggy asked, with mischief in her eyes.