Mr. Triggs told of their visit to the Zoo and of the anniversary it celebrated.
"Then you are a believer in marriage, Mr. Triggs," said Bowen.
"A believer in it! I should just think I am," said Mr. Triggs. "I wish she'd get married," he added, nodding his head in the direction of Patricia.
"She's going to," said Bowen quietly.
Mr. Triggs sat up as if someone had hit him in the small of the back.
"Going to," he cried. "Who's the man?"
"You have just pledged him in Moêt and Chandon," replied Bowen quietly.
"You going to marry 'er?" Unconsciously Mr. Triggs raised his voice in his surprise, and several people at adjacent tables turned and looked at the trio.
"Hush! Mr. Triggs," said Patricia, feeling her cheeks burn. Bowen merely smiled.
"Well I am glad," said Mr. Triggs heartily, and seizing Bowen's hand he shook it cordially. "God bless my soul!" he added, "and you never told me." He turned reproachful eyes upon Patricia.
"It—it" she began.
"You see, it's only just been arranged," said Bowen.
Patricia flashed him a grateful look, he seemed always to be coming to her rescue.
"God bless my soul!" repeated Mr. Triggs.
