Peggy was now looking at Peter in some astonishment and alarm. When
Peter looked angry, everyone was so surprised that they wanted to take
his temperature and send him to bed. Peggy would have liked to do that
now, but really didn't dare.

What had come to the child, she wondered?

"What did they talk about, Peter? A funny thing their coming within half
an hour of each other like that, wasn't it. And I never thought to see
Lord Evelyn here, I must say. Now I wonder why was Lucy crying and he so
cross?"

Peter left her to wonder that, and said merely, "Once for all, I won't
have it. You shall _not_ beg for money and bring my name into it.
It's--it's horrid."

With a weak, childish word his anger seemed to explode and die away.
After all, no anger of Peter's could last long. And somehow, illogically,
his anger here was more with the Urquharts than with the Margerisons
and most with Lucy. One is, of course, most angry, with those who have
most power to hurt.

Suddenly feeling rather ill, Peter collapsed into a chair.

Peggy, coming and kneeling by him, half comforting, half reproaching,
said, "Oh, Peter darling, you haven't been refusing money, when you know
you and Tommy and all of us need it so much?"

Hilary said, "Peter has no regard whatever for what we all need. He
simply doesn't care. I suppose now we shall never be able to afford even