"Arthur works you too 'ard, me dear, I'm afraid," said Mr. Triggs. "I must speak to 'im about it."
"Oh, Mr. Triggs! You mustn't do anything of the sort. He's most kind and considerate, and if I am here I must do what he wants."
"But beetles and babies and potatoes, me dear," said Mr. Triggs. "That's more than a joke."
"Oh! you don't know what a joke a beetle can be," said Patricia, looking up and laughing in spite of herself at the expression of anxiety on Mr. Triggs's face.
Mr. Triggs mumbled something to himself.
"God bless my soul!" he exclaimed a momemt after. "'Ere am I, forgetting what I come about. I've seen The Morning Post, me dear."
Patricia pushed back her chair from the table and turned and faced Mr. Triggs.
"Mr. Triggs," she said, "if you mention the words Morning Post to me again I think I shall kill you."
Mr. Triggs's hands dropped to his side as he gazed at her in blank astonishment. "But, me dear" he began.
"The engagement has been broken off," announced Patricia.
Mr. Triggs's jaw dropped, and he gazed at Patricia in amazement. "Broken off," he repeated. "Engagement broken off. Why, damn 'im, I'll punch 'is 'ead," and he made an effort to rise.
