"Angel dear, prepare for a shock. You know I always surprise you, but I'm afraid this time it will be more than a surprise." Then she added, while the shadow was displaced by a merry twinkle, "Have you your Homoeopathic box at hand? I know you will need it." "My dear, what is the matter?" asked Miss Gregson, ignoring the last remark. "Well I've come to the conclusion that I am the most unsatisfactory person in the world. What am I to do?" Miss Gregson was somewhat of the same opinion, but all the time the girl was talking she could not help thinking what a lovely creature she was. "Do help me, Angel," pleaded Sheila. "I can't unless you enlighten me a little more." "But I don't know that I wish to; you rather like me I know, and if I let out how horrid I am, you will never care for me again. But you know I am horrid." "Well, we'll take that for granted," said Miss Gregson laughing. "What next?" "I simply can't tell you till I see the Homoeopathic box by your side. Where is it?" "Don't you think you had better get this confession off your mind?" said Miss Gregson, leading her companion's thoughts away from her medicine box. "What you say reminds me of my conversation with Meg. Don't you agree with me that it is scarcely the thing for a girl like her to confide in a man like Peter? I find she has been confessing her ignorance to him. I'm not sure that Meg is not spoiling. Have you noticed any signs of it?" "No, I can't say that I have. She always strikes me as a most sweet girl. Of course she makes mistakes both in regard to behaviour and conversation, but what can you expect? It is almost pitiable to see how hard she tries to do and say the right thing." "Shall I confess something? Do you know, Angel she is getting on my nerves. What on earth am I to do?" Miss Gregson nearly groaned aloud. What she had dreaded had come to pass! She felt it her duty for once to speak severely. She must do it even at the risk of losing her comfortable berth. Perhaps it would result in her also getting on Sheila's nerves! But for the poor child's sake she must risk it. She took off her spectacles and wiping them put them on again before she spoke. It was amazing that that scrap of humanity lying so comfortably on the sofa, and looking sadly into her face, had nevertheless the power of making this elderly woman's heart beat so fast, that if she could have done so without being seen, she would have stretched out her hand for the Homoeopathic box and have taken one of her little pilules to quiet her nerves. This comfort was, however, denied her, by Sheila's presence. She felt the girl's really anxious gaze as she awaited for her verdict. "Isn't it very despicable of me?" asked Sheila. "I scarcely like to tell you what I really think," said Miss Gregson slowly, "for fear lest it may seem rude." Sheila laughed.