"You will," replied Hedgerly. "You see, Peter, I'm here to help you."
"And if I need no help?"
"You do."
"Let me be judge, huh?" snapped Peter.
"You're in poor position to judge. That's why this help is thrust upon
you, so to speak. After a bit you'll understand."
"Thanks," said Peter. Slowly he came into the living room again and
faced Joan, still flushed.
"Honest, Joan," he started, but the girl shrugged. "Don't apologize for
a sheer accident," she said.
"It was no accident," said Hedgerly.
Peter whirled. "Look, chaperone, who invited you in? As for any
relation of mine? Are you?"