When the door opened to admit Digby she started up with a little exclamation, laughing nervously to hide her agitation.
"Oh, it's you? You made me jump."
Digby looked past her to where Faith sat on a low stool by the fire. He wished there was some way of getting rid of Peg. He had never liked her, and he knew that she disliked him as heartily.
His entrance was followed almost immediately by a knock on the door, and Peg started up again.
"Oh, come in! Gracious! I'm all nerves to-night."
But it was only one of the maids. She looked round the room apologetically. "I thought the master was here," she said.
"He's in the study." It was Digby who answered, and the door closed again, only to re-open almost immediately.
"The master has gone out, ma'am." The girl looked at Faith. "And it's Mr. Farrow, from the factory, to see him; most urgent he says it is." Faith turned her face away.
"I don't know where he has gone," she said, in a cold little voice. "Tell Mr. Farrow."