for some reason best known to herself, says that it can't be done. Now I'm sure that she is fond of Peter; but he has been so impetuous that he has rather taken her breath away. I've never known him like it before," said Lady Tanagra plaintively.
"But 'e's an awfully lucky fellow if 'e gets 'er," broke in Mr. Triggs, as if feeling that something were required of him.
"Why, of course he is," said Lady Tanagra. "Now will you help us, Mr. Triggs?"
Lady Tanagra looked at him with an expression that would have extracted a promise of help from St. Anthony himself.
"Of course I will, me dear. I—I beg your pardon," stuttered Mr. Triggs.
"Never mind, let it stand at that," said Lady Tanagra gaily. "I'm sure we're going to be friends, Mr. Triggs."
"Knew it the moment I set eyes on you," said Mr. Triggs with conviction.
"Well, we've got to arrange this affair for these young people," said Lady Tanagra with a wise air. "First of all we've got to prove to Patricia that she is really in love with Peter. If she's not in love with him, then we've got to make her in love with him. Do you understand?"
Mr. Triggs nodded his head with an air that clearly said he was far from understanding.
"Well, now," said Lady Tanagra. "Patricia knows only three people that know Peter. There
