decision. "You want an 'oliday. I must speak to A. B. about it."
"If you do I shall be very angry," said Patricia; "Mr. Bonsor is always very kind and considerate."
"It—it isn't" began Mr. Triggs, then paused.
"It isn't what?" Patricia smiled at his look of concern.
"If—if it is," began Mr. Triggs. Again he paused, then added with a gulp, "Couldn't I lend you some?"
For a moment Patricia failed to follow the drift of his remark, then when she appreciated that he was offering to lend her money she flushed. For a moment she did not reply, then seeing the anxiety stamped upon his kindly face, she said with great deliberation:
"I think you must be quite the nicest man in all the world. If ever I decide to borrow money I'll come to you first."
Mr. Triggs blushed like a schoolboy. He had fully anticipated being snubbed. He had found from experience that Patricia had of late become very uncertain in her moods.
They were interrupted by the entrance of Mr. Bonsor.
"'Ere, A. B.!" cried Mr. Triggs "What do you mean by it?"
"Mean by what?" enquired Mr. Bonsor busy with an imaginary speech upon street noises, suggested by a barrel-piano in the distance.
