Next moment there came a quick and familiar step outside. The door of the room opened gently; and there appeared, radiant and dazzling against the blackness behind, a Vision.
"Peggy!"
"Yes—just me!" replied the Vision demurely.
CHAPTER XXX
THE SILENT KNIGHT
Peggy walked to the fire and warmed her hands delicately. She was wrapped in a dark-blue velvet opera-cloak trimmed with fur. One corner had fallen back, showing the pink silk lining. Presently she slipped this garment off, and throwing it across a chair sat down upon the padded top of the fireguard with a contented sigh and smiled seraphically upon her host. The clock struck half-past twelve.
"Peggy," enquired the respectable Philip severely, "what on earth are you doing here?"
"I came to see you, Theophilus," replied Peggy. "Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Such conduct," observed Philip resolutely, "is most reprehensible."