once more her better nature came uppermost. How could
she think such base things? How dared she? Peg was her best friend, had
proved herself in a thousand ways, and Forrester--when had he ever been
anything but kind and considerate?

She was bound to admit that last truth now, though for weeks she had
tried to hate him, and had blamed him for the death of both her parents.

She turned the pillow over and tried to sleep.

"I don't care. I wish I could be free. I don't care," she told herself,
but when at last she fell asleep it was to dream of her husband as he
had been during the first days of their acquaintance; to dream of the
kindliness of his eyes and the clasp of his hand, and her own feeling of
warmth and gratitude towards him.

She woke in the morning unrefreshed, and with a bad headache. She
dreaded meeting Peg, but she need not have done, for Peg greeted her as
if nothing had happened, with a kiss and her usual cheery, "Hullo,
Faith! Had a bad night? You look pale enough."

"I had a very good night," Faith answered emphatically. "And I'm ever so
hungry."

But at breakfast she ate nothing, and Digby watched her with concerned
eyes.

"We've rushed you about too much lately," he said. "You're not strong
like Miss Fraser."

"Me! Oh, I'm as strong as a horse," Peg said cheerfully. "Nothing ever
tires me!"

Forrester looked across at her and laughed, and Faith clenched her hands
in her lap.

There seemed such a spirit of comradeship between these two, she
wondered why she had never noticed it before.

When breakfast was over she followed her husband into the hall. As a
rule, she avoided him, and he looked up in surprise as she stood beside
him while he brushed his coat and hat.

"Have you got to go to the City to-day?" she asked at last with an
effort.

He echoed her words blankly:

"Have I got to go? What do you mean?"

"Only that"--she hesitated nervously--"only--it's so fine, I thought
perhaps you might stay at home."

Forrester flushed a little, but he only said dryly, "Oh, I see," and got
into his coat.

Faith watched him with timid eyes, that yet held a dawning resolution.
Yesterday he had gone motoring with them to please Peg, and because Peg
had asked him. Would he stay at home this morning to please her, if she
could find the courage to ask him?

"I've a great deal to see to to-day," he went on lightly. "There's been
trouble down at Heeler's, you know."

Faith knew, but it had not