Faith looked hurriedly at the twins. She was so sure they would cry and make a scene, and cling to her and beg to be taken away. If the truth must be told, she was hoping that they would. But neither of them seemed to mind in the least. "When will you come again?" was all they asked, and Faith, nearly choking with disappointment, answered that she would come soon, quite soon. "And are you happy here, really happy?" she asked them each in turn when for a moment they were alone, and each twin answered like an echo of the other, "It's lovely!" "They've forgotten me, you see," Faith said bitterly to Forrester as they drove away and a bend in the road hid the last glimpse of the two small figures at the gate. "They don't want me any more. Nobody wants me." The Beggar Man's hand tightened on the steering-wheel. "I'm not so small that there's any excuse for you to forget me so completely," he said dryly. "I'm here--waiting to be wanted." Faith did not answer, but that night when she and Peg were brushing their hair together in Faith's room she repeated his words. "As if I shall ever want him?" she said scornfully. Peg dragged a tangle from her thick hair with a little vicious gesture. "There's plenty worse," she said mechanically. Faith tried hard to see her friend's face, but it was hidden by the mop of hair hanging about it. "You've altered your opinion of him then," she said offendedly. "Sometimes I believe you really like him." "He's been very decent to me, anyway," Peg answered brusquely. "And it's a pretty rotten game for him, paying out for us all the time, and not a ha'porth of thanks, or anything! How'd you like it?" "I never thought you were a turn-coat," Faith said shortly. She cried herself to sleep. Everyone was against her. The twins had forgotten her, and now Peg was condemning her ... life was a hateful thing. Forrester came into the flat a day or two later and found Peg there alone. He was tired and depressed, and answered her cheery greeting shortly. She knew that his eyes wandered round the room in search of his wife, though he asked no questions, and Peg said: "Faith's gone out. She'll be in directly." She paused, then added: "I didn't go with her, because I wanted to speak to you--alone!" The last word was given with dramatic effect, and Forrester smiled faintly. "Well--what is it?" Peg was standing over by the window, and she turned round with a swift movement as she said: "Look here! Do you want me to go?" "Go?" He was too surprised to do anything but echo her words. "Yes." The colour deepened in her cheeks, but her eyes met his without flinching. "I know it's been unpleasant for you, all these weeks," she went on deliberately. "I know you'd much rather be alone with Faith, so if you'll say the word I'll go, and no complaints." There was a little silence, then Forrester said slowly: "I suppose it hasn't occurred to you that if you go, Miss Fraser, Faith will probably go too." "Is that what she says?"