changes her frock, or why she changes her mind, because she never really knows," said Lady Fanagra. "Probably she does it because she hasn't got anything else particular to do at the moment. Ah! here's Peter," she cried.
Bowen came forward and shook hands cordially with Mr. Triggs.
"This is splendid of you!" he said. "You'll lunch with us, of course."
"Oh no, no," said Mr. Triggs. "I just ran in to—to"
"To get to know me," said Lady Tanagra with a smile.
"Of course! That's it," cried Mr. Triggs, beaming, "I can't stop to lunch though, I'm afraid. I must be going to"
"Have you got a luncheon engagement?" asked Lady Tanagra.
"Er—well, yes."
"Please don't tell fibs, Mr. Triggs. You're not engaged to lunch with anybody, and you're going to lunch with us, so that's settled."
"Why, bless my soul!" blew Mr. Triggs helplessly as he mopped his head with his handkerchief. "Why, bless my soul!"
"It's no good, Mr. Triggs. When Tanagra wants anything she has it," said Bowen with a laugh. "It doesn't matter whether it's the largest pear or the nicest man!"
Lady Tanagra laughed. "Now we'll go down into the dining-room."
