"An' who is THAT?"
"'Mr. Jerry,' Peg!"
"YOU an executor?"
"I am. Sit down—here in our midst—and know why you have been here all the past month."
As he forced Peg gently into a chair, Mrs. Chichester and Alaric turned indignantly on him. Mr. Hawkes moved down to listen, and, if necessary, advise.
There was pleasure showing on one face only—on Ethel's.
She alone wanted Peg to understand her position in that house.
Since the previous night the real womanly note awakened in Ethel.
Her heart went out to Peg.