"This is private property," she announced in the haughty manner of a person who feels herself by virtue of her residence thereon joint owner of the premises. "You can't walk through private grounds." What Peggy would have replied, or if she would have replied at all, remained indeterminate. At that moment Martha straightened her cap anew and Eliza started to sniff more loudly and Diogenes ventured on a bark as the kitchen door opened and John Musgrave, with gravely astonished face, stood framed in the aperture, gazing upon the scene. To Peggy's consternation the displeased glance of the master of the house fell immediately upon the broken china which strewed the floor--he could not possibly overlook it, since it lay almost at his feet--and then lifted and rested accusingly, it seemed to her, upon her blushing face. Her presence in his kitchen was an event which called for some explanation. Peggy proceeded to explain, and to express her regret for the accident. She hoped, despite a desire to punish her, which from his expression she was positive he was experiencing, he would eject her by the front gate instead of the back. It would be horrible if after all these nerve-shattering happenings she would still be obliged to face the bulls. "Diogenes only chased the cat for fun," she finished, loyally excusing the delinquent, who by no means deserved to have his conduct defended. "He would not have hurt it really. He's rather partial to cats." "Indeed!" said Mr Musgrave, and stared up at the cat, who glared back at him defiantly from her position of security. The cat was suffered, not as a pet, but because cats in a house were of use in keeping down the mice. "I think," added Mr Musgrave, "that the cat would feel happier if Diogenes were removed." "Please," pleaded Peggy humbly, "let us go by the front gate. I am really afraid to cross the fields again. Diogenes chases the bulls." "'Orrid brute!" muttered Eliza with a sniff so loud that it drew Mr Musgrave's eyes in her direction. "You had better," he observed drily, "clear away this--rubbish." He indicated the broken crockery. Then he stood away from the door and looked at Peggy. "If you will come with me, Miss Annersley, I will take you through the garden. Kindly keep the dog on the lead." Peggy preceded him from the kitchen in a chastened mood, feeling very like a small girl about to be reprimanded. She resented Mr Musgrave's air of elderly superiority. He might have assured her, before the servants at least, that it did not matter, and told her not to distress herself. She had a conviction that he felt it was only proper she should distress herself, for which reason she determined not to be overwhelmingly contrite. It was his cat that had effected the damage; Diogenes had not scrambled over the furniture.