Nesbitt looked at her in stern disapproval, but the bell rang, and she had to go to her mistress. Peggy hardly noticed her departure. "The sick capting had a illness that couldn't be cured," she continued, in solemn tones, "and the servant-maid got him well by tellin' him who to go to. She sent him to some one who cured him." "I believe I have heard the story," said Lucy indifferently. "Wasn't he a leper, and didn't he go to Elisha?" "Yes," said Peggy, "but 'twas the girl who sent him." "I don't see much sense in that story," said Lucy, with a yawn. "You reads yourself silly over your Bible, Peggy." Peggy said no more. She watched Captain D'Arcy arrive the next day with the greatest interest. He was helped out of a cab by a soldier servant, and seemed to be in very feeble health. His servant, Tom Bennett by name, proved a welcome addition to the household. He was a bright cheery man, devoted to his young master, and full of tales about his courage and endurance in foreign parts. He told a wonderful story of the capture of a tiger, and the three maidservants listened with breathless interest to this and other adventures. Peggy was full of curiosity, and her many questions amused Tom Bennett greatly. "Please, sir," she said, "have you ever seen a heathen or a missionary?" "I believe I has," was the smiling reply. "Why, bless your heart, every blacky is a heathen, and they be as plentiful as flies where we've come from." "And what does they talk? Is it English?" "They talks gibberish; Hindustani mostly, but there be several mixed-up langwidges which be past me altogether." Peggy's face fell. "And you've seen a missionary?" "Yes. Is he a natural curiosity, do you think? They ain't much in my line, missionaries ain't, nor yet in the captin's, so we didn't introduce ourselves. They be just a set o' parsons, and has churches and schools same as in England." "But," said Peggy hesitatingly, "there be some women and girl missionaries out in Indy, I knows there be." "You're quite right; I've seen a few. But they keeps theirselves to their schools and such-like. They ain't in the captin's set, nor in mine." He laughed as he spoke. Peggy, for a wonder, subsided, but she thought the more. And then one day she saw Captain D'Arcy himself. Nesbitt was out for the afternoon, and Peggy took tea into the library. Mrs. Dale had been called away on business, and her nephew lay on a couch by the fire, covered with a fur rug. Peggy regarded him with reverence and awe; but not all her training by her former mistresses, nor by Nesbitt, had cured her of beginning conversations with any and every one that she saw. "Please, sir, I hopes you're feelin' better," she said, as she carefully put down the tea-tray. Captain D'Arcy turned a surprised and languid look upon her, then a twinkle came into his eyes. "I'm getting on first-rate, thanks," he said.