"The Morning Post!" repeated Patricia, in consternation; "but—but I don't understand."
"Then isn't it true?" enquired Mrs. Bonsor, scenting a mystery.
"I—I" began Patricia, then with inspiration added, "I must be getting on, I've got a lot to do to make up for yesterday."
"But isn't it true, Miss Brent?" persisted Mrs. Bonsor.
Then from half-way up the stairs Patricia turned and, in a spurt of mischief, cried, "If you see it in The Morning Post it is so, Mrs. Bonsor."
When Patricia entered the library Mr. Bonsor was fussing about with letters and papers, a habit he had when nervous.
"I'm so sorry about yesterday afternoon, Mr. Bonsor," said Patricia; "but Mrs. Bonsor seemed to wish me to"
"Not at all, not at all, Miss Brent," said Mr. Bonsor nervously. "I—I" then he paused.
"I know what you're going to say, Mr. Bonsor, but please don't say it."
Mr. Bonsor looked at her in surprise. "Not say it?" he said.
"Oh! everybody's congratulating me, and I'm tired. Shall we get on with the letters?"
Mr. Bonsor was disappointed. He had prepared a dainty little speech of congratulation, which he had intended to deliver as Patricia entered the room. Mr. Bonsor was always preparing speeches which he never delivered. There
