Patricia laughed, a little hysterically.
"You mustn't blame Lord Peter," she said. "It is I who have broken it off."
Mr. Triggs collapsed into the chair again "You broke it off," he exclaimed. "You broke off the engagement with a nice young chap like 'im?"
Patricia nodded.
"Well, I'm blowed!" Mr. Triggs sat staring at Patricia as if she had suddenly become transformed into a dodo. After nearly a minute's contemplation of Patricia, a smile slowly spread itself over his features, like the sun breaking through a heavy cloud-laden sky.
"You been 'avin' a quarrel, that's what's the matter," he announced with a profound air of wisdom.
Patricia shook her head with an air of finality; but Mr. Triggs continued to nod his head wisely.
"That's what's the matter," he muttered. "Why," he added, "you'll never get another young chap like 'im. Took a great fancy to 'im, I did. Now all you've got to do is just to kiss and make it up. Then you'll feel 'appier than ever afterwards."
Patricia realised the impossibility of conveying to Mr. Triggs that her decision was irrevocable. Furthermore she was anxious that he should go, as she had promised to get out certain statistics for Mr. Bonsor.
"Now you really must go Mr. Triggs. You
