be dreadfully afraid of Peel. He seems so perfect."
Bowen laughed. "I'll try and balance matters," he said.
"But you haven't told me," said Patricia, "why you left me alone all at once. Why did you?" She looked up enquiringly at him.
During the next half an hour Patricia slowly drew from Bowen the whole story of the plot engineered by Lady Tanagra.
"But why," questioned Patricia, "were you going away if you knew that—that everything would come all right?"
"I had given up hope, and I couldn't break my promise to Tan. I convinced myself that you didn't care."
Patricia held out her hand with a smile. Bowen bent and kissed it.
"I wonder what you are thinking of me?" She looked up at him anxiously. "I'm very much at your mercy now, Peter, aren't I? You won't let me ever regret it, will you?"
"Do you regret it?" he whispered, bending towards her, conscious of the fragrance of her hair.
"It's such an unconditional surrender," she complained. "All my pride is bruised and trampled underfoot. You have me at such a disadvantage."
"So long as I've got you I don't care," he laughed.
