She should have been a shepherdess looking after her flock rather than a girl toiling in a dingy office.

How such a rural flower ever sprung up amongst London houses was a mystery Jennings could not make out.

And according to her own tale, Peggy had never lived in the country.

What with the noise of fiddling which came from the large hall, and the fact of being absorbed in her work, Peggy never heard the entrance of her lover.

Jennings stole quietly towards her, admiring the pretty picture she made with a ray of dusky sunlight making glory of her hair.
"Who is it ?" he asked, putting his hands over her eyes.
"Oh," cried Peggy, dropping her pen and removing his hands, "the only man who would dare to take such a liberty with me.