"I do not think that I took her feelings into consideration," he answered. "I have a very strong suspicion that John is falling in love with her." "I'm not sure," returned Mrs Errol, smiling, "that that wouldn't be more amazing than the other thing. I can't credit it--but I hope he is." "Time will show," the vicar said. "If she is nothing better than a little baggage I hope he isn't. He deserves a higher reward than the knowledge that he is affording Miss Annersley amusement." The Errols were dining with Mr Musgrave that day; an early dinner, according to the invariable custom in Mr Musgrave's household on Christmas Day. The Musgrave party attended the morning service, at which the party from the Hall was also present. And to Mrs Errol's surprise--she had never seen him there before--Doctor Fairbridge, who had motored out from Rushleigh, was seated beside Peggy Annersley in one of the Hall pews. Subsequently he accepted Mrs Chadwick's invitation and returned with her party to the Hall. Notwithstanding that Mrs Errol had professed scepticism of the romance her husband suspected in connection with John Musgrave and pretty Peggy, she found herself taking a greater interest in the principals in the little comedy, so that her attention wandered a good deal during the service and her watchful eyes travelled more than once from the demurely unconscious face of the girl to the strong, grave, immovable face of Mr Musgrave, which, for all its impassive expression, had once during the singing of the first hymn turned deliberately in Peggy's direction with a quickness and keenness of look which Mrs Errol described as searching. If there was anything in her husband's assumption--and she began to think there might be--John Musgrave would be well advised not to dally over his love-making, or the more energetic younger man would anticipate him in the bid for Miss Annersley's favour. Looking at the young doctor and comparing his youth with Mr Musgrave's somewhat austere middle-age, Mrs Errol formed the opinion that John's chances were not great. After the service the opposing forces met in the churchyard and exchanged greetings. It occurred to Mrs Errol that Peggy, hedged about with a bodyguard of young men, was fairly inaccessible; nevertheless John Musgrave penetrated the group and shook hands with her. The girl, Mrs Errol observed, aided him in his purpose. She drew a little apart and remained chatting with him for some minutes--minutes during which Mr Musgrave's gaze never left the winsome face with its laughing eyes, which were raised in frank good-fellowship to his own. Whether there was any sentiment in his preference or not, the preference was undoubtedly there. Mrs Sommers' eldest boy, John the second, aged five, broke away from his mother and flung himself upon Peggy, interrupting John the elder's tete-a-tete. "I wish you were coming with us," he said. "That's very sweet of you," replied Peggy, with her arm about the child.