“Oh, Mamma! How did you know? How does any woman know?”
“Woman!” ejaculated her mother.
“You know I must think of my future,” said Peg sweetly. “You see, I know Paul.”
“You know Paul! Nonsense! You knew him seven or eight years ago.”
“Paul is not the kind that changes, Mamma.”
“Good heavens, child! What are you talking about?”
“About Paul. And that he is in love with me and that he will never, never change.” The girl’s face was alight with a glow of ecstatic rapture.
Her mother sank heavily into a chair. “And Guy?” she asked faintly.
“I am sorry for Guy. He is a good chap. But you can’t blame me for Guy.”
“And your father? He has set his heart upon your marrying Guy. You know he talked the matter over with Sir Stephen. Why, Peg, they all think it is settled, and you allowed them to think so.”