"Shall we wait for the others?" she asked nervously.
It was some seconds before Peg and Forrester joined them.
"Mrs. Forrester tells me that she has never been out of England," Digby said. "And I tell her that if that is so she has not yet begun to live! London's all right—finest place in the world, bar none, but to appreciate it properly you ought to go away from it for months."
"I hate London," Faith said impulsively.
He opened his eyes in amazement.
"Really! What part have you lived in?"
Faith coloured and did not answer, but Peg broke in in her usual blunt way:
"Poplar. That's where she lived till she got married. I lived there, too. It's a frightful hole! No wonder she hates London; you would if you'd seen the rotten side of it as we have."
Faith glanced quickly at her husband. She was so sure that he would be angry with Peg for her frankness, but to her surprise he was smiling.
"One would hardly choose the East End for a permanent residence, certainly," Digby said, in some perplexity; "but everyone to their taste."