Alaric made a supreme effort and followed her.
"You're not really goin' away--cousin?" he gasped.
"I am," replied Peg. "An' ye can forget the relationship the minnit
the cab drives me away from yer door!"
"Oh, I say, you know," faltered Alaric. "Don't be cruel!"
"Cruel, is it?" queried Peg in amazement. "Sure, what's there cruel
in THAT, will ye tell me?"
She looked at him curiously.
For once all Alaric's confidence left him. His tongue was dry and
clove to the roof of his mouth. Instead of conferring a distinction
on the poor little creature he felt almost as if he were about to
ask her a favour.
He tried to throw a world of tenderness into his voice as he spoke
insinuatingly:
"I thought we were goin' to be such good little friends," and he
looked almost languishingly at her.
For the first time Peg began to feel some interest. Her eyes winked
as she said:
"DID ye? Look at that, now. I didn't."
"I say, you know," and he went up on the same step with her: "I say-
-really ye mustn't let what the mater said last night upset ye!
Really, ye mustn't!"
"Mustn't I, now? Well, let me tell ye it did upset me--an' I'm still
upset--an' I'm goin' to kape on bein' upset until I get into the cab
that dhrives me from yer door.
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