Chapter 17

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​⁠A fortnight later, and Peggy is alone. Prue has gone after all—gone to that paradise, in yearning for which she seemed to be stooping towards the grave; she has gone to empty jugs of water over stairs on Guardsmen's heads, to put crackers into the coat-tail pockets of Secretaries of Legation, and set booby-traps for Members of Parliament. No wonder that even before entering upon these glories thei