Forrester came in about eleven o'clock. He brought Mr. Shawyer with him, and went straight to his study and shut the door.
Faith's room was immediately above it, and she could hear their voices for some time—talking, talking.
Presently the maid came tapping at her door.
"Can Mr. Shawyer speak to you, please, ma'am?"
Faith rose mechanically and went downstairs and into the study.
Forrester was not there, but the lawyer rose from his seat at the table as she entered. His face was cold and stern, but it softened a little as he looked at her, and he held out his hand.
"Come and sit down." He spoke gently, as if to a child, but Faith shook her head.
"What do you want me for?"
He did not answer at once, and she asked dully:
"Is it true that Peg—Peg is ... dead? Or—or did I dream it?"