"Shall I tell you why?" Peggy raised her head and stared at him with brilliant eyes. "I must go and help these poor people because _you_-- and others like you--refuse to do it! I can't bear to see them neglected, but I should be delighted to share the work with some one else. Major Darcy, will you do me a favour? Mr Schute is very lonely; no one speaks to him, and his eyes are so weak that he can't amuse himself by reading. He is a very interesting old man, and I assure you his `h's' are above reproach. Will you have a game of halma with him this afternoon instead of me, and so set me free from my promise?" Haughty Hector's stare of amazement was a sight to behold. He, Hector Darcy, play a game with a tradesman in the saloon of a steamship? Associate on terms of intimacy with a member of a class who, according to his ideas, existed for no other reason than to minister to his needs and requirements? He was breathless with astonishment that such a request should have been made, and made no concealment of his annoyance. "Really," he said loftily, "anything in reason that I could do to assist you would be too great a pleasure, but what you ask is impossible. You must see for yourself--" "You will not do it, then?" "If you will think for one moment, you will realise that you could not expect--" Peggy threw back her head and surveyed him deliberately from the crown of his head to the tip of his shoes, from his shoes up again until the hazel eyes met his with a mocking light. "I did not expect--I _hoped_; but I see that even that was a mistake! Good afternoon, Major Darcy, and many thanks for your polite assurances! It is gratifying to discover exactly how much they are worth." She sailed away with her head in the air, leaving Hector to pace the deck with a frown of thunderous ill-temper disfiguring his handsome countenance. It was annoying to be worsted by an antagonist of such small dimensions, but, astonishing as it appeared, he invariably got the worst of it in a conflict with Peggy Saville! CHAPTER FOUR.