When they were seated in Bowen's sitting-room he at last found voice.
"I just been to see 'er," he said.
"Who, Patricia?" asked Lady Tanagra.
Mr. Triggs nodded, and there was a look in his eyes which implied that he was not at all satisfied with what he had seen.
"Quarrelled, 'aven't they?" he asked.
"Well," began Lady Tanagra, not quite knowing how much Mr. Triggs actually knew of the circumstances of the case.
"Said she'd broken it off. I gave her a talking to, I did. She'll never get another young chap like 'im."
"Did you tell her so?" asked Lady Tanagra.
"Tell her so, I should think I did!" said Mr. Triggs, "and more than once too."
"Oh, you foolish, foolish man!" cried Lady Tanagra, wringing her hands in mock despair. A moment afterwards she burst out laughing at the comical look of dismay on Mr. Triggs's face.
"What 'ave I done?" he cried in genuine alarm.
"Why, don't you see that you have implied that all the luck is on her side, and that will make her simply furious?"
"But—but" began Mr. Triggs helplessly, looking very much like a scolded child.
"Now sit down," ordered Lady Tanagra with an irresistible smile, "and I'll tell you. My brother wants to marry Patricia, and Patricia,
