Mrs. Gracedew, revolving a moment in silence, appeared to accept her showing. “Then what’s the matter?” she impatiently asked.
“The matter?”
“Your father’s objection to the gentleman in the grotto.”
Cora now for the first time faltered. “His name.”
This for a moment pulled up her friend, in whom, however, relief seemed to contend with alarm. “Only his name?”
“Yes, but——” Cora’s eyes rolled.
Her companion invitingly laughed. “But it’s enough?”
Her roll confessingly fixed itself. “Not enough—that’s just the trouble!”
Mrs. Gracedew looked kindly curious. “What then is it?”
Cora faced the music. “Pegg.”