Brent went rapidly across to her. The instinct of the chase was quick in his blood.
"A hiding-place, eh? NOW you make me really curious. Let me see." He again made a movement toward the hidden book.
Peg clenched both of her hands into little fists and glared at Brent, while her breath came in quick, sharp gasps. She was prepared to defend the identity of the book at any cost.
"I love spirit!" cried Brent.
Then he looked at her charming dress; at her stylish coiffure; at the simple spray of flowers at her breast. He gave an ejaculation of pleasure.
"What a wonderful change in a month. You most certainly would not be sent to the kitchen now. Do you know you have grown into a most attractive young lady? You are really delightful angry. And you are angry, aren't you? And with me, eh? I'm so sorry if I've offended you. Let us kiss and be friends." He made an impulsive movement toward her and tried to take her in his arms. Peg gave him a resounding box on the ear. With a muffled ejaculation of anger and of pain he attempted to seize her by the wrists, when the door opened and Ethel came into the room.
Peg, panting with fury, glared at them both for a moment and then hurried out through the windows.
Brent, gaining complete control of himself, turned to Ethel and, advancing with outstretched hands, murmured:
"My dear!"
Ethel looked coldly at him, ignored the extended hands and asked: