"Have you given him his answer?" Philip blurted out. He could not help it.

"Yes."

"Can I—guess it?"

"I don't know. You might. It's an even chance, isn't it?"

Timothy appeared at the door.

"Peggy, I am waiting," he mentioned coldly; and disappeared.

"Coming, Tim," replied Peggy. "Good-night, Philip!"

"Tim seems to have rather taken command of things," said Philip, as he escorted Peggy to the top of the stairs.

"He is in a hurry, poor dear,—that's all. He hasn't completed his evening's programme yet. But I must fly."

She turned to go; then paused.