"Is it you, Dick?" says Peggy Lacey.
Dickie nodded and scowled.
"'Tis I. Was you lookin' for somebody else t' call?"
"No, Dickie."
It was almost an interrogation. Peggy Lacey was puzzled. Dickie Blue's gloomy concern was out of the way.
"Well," said Dicky, "I'm sorry."
"An' why?"
"Well," Dickie declared, "if you was expectin' anybody else t' come t' see you, I'd be glad t' have un do so. 'Tis a dismal evenin' for you t' spend alone."
Almost, then, Peggy Lacey's resolution failed her. Almost she protested that she would have a welcome for no other man in the world. Instead she turned arch.
"Did you bring the mail?" she inquired.