"What walk?" asked the bewildered Philip. "Didn't you expect to meet
me?"
"Certainly not. Why should I? I wasn't thinking about you at all,"
replied Eve's daughter.
"But you promised to meet me here at half-past three," cried Philip in
dismay.
"And now it's a quarter to five!" blazed Peggy, abandoning her
strategical position, woman-like, in order to score a tactical point.
Sure enough, the sound of a church chime fell musically on their ears
through the still evening air.
"I'm awfully sorry," said Philip.
"It doesn't matter at all," replied Peggy, still inflexible.
"Good-night!"
"Good-night!" said Philip quietly. He was constitutionally incapable of
forcing his society where it was not wanted. He turned to go. "It's a
pity I'm late," he added regretfully. "The most exciting things have
been happening, and I wanted to tell you about them."
The small damsel's _hauteur_ melted in an instant. She deliberately
resumed her perch upon the gate.
"You can come and sit up here if you like," she intimated, holding out
her hand.
Philip accepted the invitation with alacrity, but the touch of Peggy's
froggy paw brought a look of concern into his face.
"I say," he said, "you are cold! Put on my greatcoat."
Peggy declined.
"You'll want it yourself," she said.
But Philip was insistent.
"You simply must," he urged. "You are shivering all over. You can give
me a corner of it to sit on if you like."
The argument came to an end, and presently they were installed side by
side upon the gate, like two sociable sparrows. Peggy, whose teeth were
chattering, snuggled gratefully into the warmth of the big coat, while
Philip balanced himself on the rail beside her, sitting on a very
liberal allowance of corner.
"Are you comfortable now?" he asked.
"Yes," said Peggy gratefully. "I'm glad you came," she added with
characteristic honesty.
"Why?" enquired Philip. He did not know that one must never ask a lady
for her reasons.
But the little girl answered quite frankly:--
"I was getting frightened."
And she slipped her arm round Philip's neck.
If Philip had been to a boys' school he would have received this
familiarity with open alarm or resentment. Being what he was, nothing
but a very gallant little gentleman, he responded by putting his own arm
in a protective fashion round his companion's slim shoulders.
"Now we are all right," he said comfortably.
"Tell me your news," commanded Peggy.
Philip related the whole amazing story. Peggy listened breathlessly, her
eyes and lips forming three round O's. When the recital was finished,
she remarked:--
"She must have been the lady Mother meant when she said that was the
question only one woman could give the answer to only she never would."
"Yes," said Philip, catching the general sense of this unusual passage
of syntax. "It was the same name--a funny name--Vivien."
"How do you know?" asked Peggy curiously.
"Uncle Joseph told me all about her," said Philip. "I forgot, you
haven't heard that bit."
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