"I’m glad," said Peggy, kissing her. But, as a matter of fact, she was far from being satisfied. Anybody could listen to another’s troubles. Peggy wanted to be something more than a sympathetic confidante, but it seemed that for the present she must content herself with this passive form of helpfulness. *CHAPTER XVI* *A BELATED INVITATION* Priscilla’s curiosity grew over night. When she waked Saturday morning, she found herself unable to think of anything but the singular episode of the preceding afternoon. She recalled the absorbed faces of the women who had watched Elaine, the suppressed eagerness of their triumph, when she turned about, and lastly Elaine’s incomprehensible panic over finding herself observed. Priscilla racked her brains for a possible explanation, but her imagination was unequal to suggesting any that was creditable to Peggy’s next-door neighbor. It was not long after breakfast when she presented herself at Peggy’s door in the hopes that Peggy might be able to throw light on the situation. Peggy was doing the chamber work on the second floor, and Priscilla was glad to assist in the ceremony of bed-making, because of the opportunity this afforded for an uninterrupted discussion of the mystery. "I want to talk with you about yesterday," she said in the carefully lowered voice which seemed appropriate to the situation, though, as a matter of fact, she might have shouted without attracting anybody’s attention. "I’ve thought about it all night." "Me, too!" Peggy’s tone was enthusiastic. "Especially that _andante_ movement." "O, Peggy!" Priscilla twitched a sheet with an energy that pulled it away from the foot of the mattress, and sent Peggy hurrying to repair damages. "What nonsense! As though I was thinking of _andante_ movements, or any other kind. I mean about Elaine." "Wasn’t it nice to see how she enjoyed it? She really knows a lot about music, and the more you know, the better you appreciate it, especially classical music." Peggy was clearly talking against time, advancing her by no means original views with an earnestness which was far beyond their deserts. Priscilla was conscious of a feeling of irritation. "She did seem to enjoy the music, I’ll admit. But apparently she doesn’t enjoy meeting old acquaintances. Quite the opposite." "She didn’t meet any old acquaintances," said Peggy quietly. "Those women thought they knew her, even before she turned around, and after that they were sure." "They might have been mistaken for all that." Peggy smoothed the comforter anxiously, as if to have it lie without a wrinkle was the most important matter under consideration. "If they were mistaken, why did Elaine run? The suspicious thing was her being frightened to death, the minute she found anybody noticing her. If she hadn’t done anything to be ashamed of--"