Twenty times a day he made up his mind that he would start all over again to win Faith back to him, but though she was friendly up to a certain point, he could never get beyond that point, or even back to the footing which had promised so happily for the future during the first days of their acquaintance.
Her face brightened wonderfully now at the suggestion and she clasped her hands eagerly.
"Oh, will you? How lovely!"
"We'll go directly after lunch," Forrester said, and looked at Peg. "Will you come, Miss Fraser?"
Peg shrugged her shoulders.
"You don't want me," she said. "Two's company, and three's a crowd. I've got a story to finish, too."
"Another novelette?" Forrester asked, cynically. Most of the rooms in the flat were littered with Peg's paper-backed library, and he hated the sight of them. He had made such different plans for his future. He had meant to introduce Faith to his own friends and gradually initiate her into their mode of living, but so far there had been no opportunity. Peg ruled the flat serenely, and, though she certainly never suggested bringing her own relations or acquaintances there, her mere presence prevented Forrester from doing as he wished.
"I'd much rather you came," Faith said quickly, but Peg only laughed.
"Then I'm not coming, so there's an end of it!"
She stuck to that, and early in the afternoon Faith and her husband drove away together. It was almost the first time they had been out without Peg since they came to live at the flat, and Forrester knew quite well that it was only the desire to see her sisters that had persuaded Faith to accompany him now.