He rose and began pushing the pile of papers away into a drawer, and Peg walked out of the room, her head drooping, her face quivering.
She met Faith in the hall.
"I've been looking for you everywhere," the younger girl said. "Where have you been? Mr. Digby's been ready to start ever so long."
"I know. I was talking to Mr. Forrester," Peg answered defiantly.
Faith glanced towards the closed study door.
"I suppose I'd better go and say good-bye to him," she said with faint nervousness.
Peg laughed.
"You needn't trouble. He's coming, after all."
Faith's eyes widened.