Alaric, on the other hand, seemed to have all the sunlight suddenly stricken out of his life. Still, it was his DUTY, and duty was in the Chichester motto.
As mother and son walked slowly toward the house, they looked up, and gazing through a tiny casement of the little Mauve-Room was Peg, her face white and drawn.
Alaric shivered again as he thought of his sacrifice.
CHAPTER XIV
ALARIC TO THE RESCUE
Mrs. Chichester went up to the Mauve-Room a little later and found Peg in the same attitude, looking out of the window—thinking.
"Good morning, Margaret," she began, and her tone was most conciliatory, not to say almost kindly.
"Good mornin'," replied Peg dully.
"I am afraid I was a little harsh with you last night," the old lady added. It was the nearest suggestion of an apology Mrs. Chichester had ever made.