"I am going," said Uncle Chris steadily, "to find Mrs. Peagrim!"
"Good God!" cried Freddie. He followed him, protesting weakly, but the other gave no sign that he had heard. Freddie saw him disappear into the stage-box, and, turning, found Jill at his elbow.
"Where did Uncle Chris go?" asked Jill. "I want to speak to him."
"He's in the stage-box, with Mrs. Peagrim."
"With Mrs. Peagrim?"
"Proposing to her," said Freddie solemnly.
Jill stared.
"Proposing to Mrs. Peagrim? What do you mean?"
Freddie drew her aside, and began to explain.