"Given you away, me dear!" cried Mr. Triggs anxiously. "What 'ave I done?"
"Why, you have told these two people here that I made an assignation with you by telegram."
"Made a what, me dear?" enquired Mr. Triggs, his forehead corrugated with anxiety.
"Lady Tanagra is taking a mean advantage of the heat, Mr. Triggs," said Elton.
"Anyway, I'll forgive you anything, Mr. Triggs, as you have come," said Lady Tanagra.
Mr. Triggs's brow cleared and he smiled.
"Come! I should think I would come," he said.
Lady Tanagra then explained her meeting with Mr. Triggs and how he had striven to avoid her company at luncheon on the previous day. Mr. Triggs protested vigorously.
During the tea the conversation was entirely in the hands of Lady Tanagra, Elton and Mr. Triggs. Patricia sat silently listening to the others. Several times Lady Tanagra and Mr. Triggs exhanged meaning glances.
"Why ain't you talking, me dear?" Mr. Triggs once asked.
"I like to hear you all," said Patricia, smiling across at him. "You're all too clever for me," she added.
"Me clever!" cried Mr. Triggs, and then as if the humour of the thing had suddenly struck him he went off into gurgles of laughter. "You ought to tell 'Ettie that," he spluttered. "She thinks 'er
