But she would not. How could she tell him that it was jealousy that was driving her? She would rather have died than admit to him that it hurt her intolerably to know that little by little Peg was taking the place she herself had once held in his heart.
She raised her dainty head with dignity.
"There is no reason," she said proudly. "Let her stay."
He went back to his papers.
"Very well. Then there is nothing more to be said."
Faith left him without another word. She was blind with passion as she went up to her room. She would never have believed it possible for jealousy to get such a grip of her emotions. She had believed that she hated Forrester, and it crushed her to the earth with shame to realize that now he no longer wanted her she loved him with all her heart and soul.
Later, down in the drawing-room, she slipped a note into Digby's hand as they went in to dinner.
He had no chance to read it then, but later when the two girls had left him to smoke with Forrester he found a moment.
There were only two hurriedly scribbled lines.