"It does matter a lot," Tony said obstinately.
"Other things matter much more. Courage and kindness and truth and honesty. Look at Mr. Ledgard—he's not what you'd call a beautiful person, and yet I'm sure we all like to look at him."
"Sometimes you say Peter, and sometimes Mr. Ledgard. Why?"
Again Jan's heart gave that queer, uncomfortable jump. She certainly always thought of him as Peter. Quite unconsciously she occasionally spoke of him as Peter. Meg had observed this, but, unlike Tony, made no remark.
"Why?" Tony repeated.
"I suppose," Jan mumbled feebly, "it's because I hear the rest of you do it. I've no sort of right to."
"Auntie Jan," Tony said earnestly. "What is a devil?"
"I haven't the remotest idea, Tony," Jan replied, with the utmost sincerity.
"It isn't anything very nice, is it, or nice to look at?"
"It might be," said Jan, with Scottish caution.