"Yes, of course, I do; but—"
"And wouldn't it be pleasant to have his company?"
"Yes, rather! But—"
"But what?"
Philip reddened.
"I don't know," he said helplessly. But he knew well enough, and so did Peggy.
"Then don't be a baby," she said severely. "It is not very nice of you, considering that I am only trying to make you comfortable and—"
But Philip was already doing penance.
"Peggy," he burst out,—he called her Peggy because she called him Philip: they had never returned to "Pegs" and "Phil," although she sometimes addressed him as "Theophilus,"—"I am a brute. Forgive me!"
Peggy relented, and smiled.