Peggy made a _detour_ to the side, caught sight of a broad, blue serge back, looking broader than ever from contrast with sylph-like forms, a coil of yellow hair beneath a sailor hat, and the side of a crimson cheek. Mellicent! Of course it was Mellicent! There she stood, the poor dear thing, a statue of misery in the midst of the fashionable crowd, a roll of shawls clutched in one hand, her dress thick with dust, and her hair blown into disorder. The critics on the benches sniggered and whispered to one another, and the French marquise examined her through the lorgnette with unconcealed amaze; but at the sight of the familiar figure Peggy's heart leapt within her, for she saw again the ivy-covered vicarage, and the shabby, sunny schoolroom in which she had spent such happy days. A hand clutched Mellicent's arm in ecstatic grasp, and a tremulous voice spoke in her ear. "Mellicent, _darling_! Is it really you?" "Oh, my goodness, Peggy, have you come at last? Nobody knew where you were, and they said they'd send, and it's simply awful the way these wretches stare!" cried Mellicent in a rush, "They sit round in rows, and glare as if they had nothing in the world to do but quiz the poor new arrivals as they come in at the door." "Which, my dear, is precisely the state of the case. It _is_ disconcerting, especially when you arrive in the evening, after a tempestuous Channel passage, and step into a hall aglow with diamonds and eye-glasses; but turn about is fair play!" cried Peggy reassuringly. "To-morrow you and I will quiz in our turn, and just think how we shall enjoy it. Father and I have sat together for hours, criticising and inventing histories, and you have no idea how entertaining it is. You'll simply love it." "No, I sha'n't. It's unkind and cruel, and must make people simply dread coming in. If I were the manager, I wouldn't allow it!" declared Mellicent in righteous wrath; then her eyes turned to her companion, and a tardy realisation of the position seemed to dawn upon her. "Oh, Peggy!" she cried, and again, "Oh, Peggy! I'm _so_ glad to see you again. It has seemed such a long, long time since you went away, and there was no one like you--no one who could ever take your place." Peggy gave an affectionate little grip to the blue serge arm, but made none of the protests which usually follow such an announcement. Modesty not being her strong point, she saw no reason to dispute Mellicent's assertion, so smiled instead, and cried reassuringly: