w 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 is you, Godfrey Elton, and myself. Now if she's in
love with him she will want to hear about him, and----"

"But ain't she going to see 'im?" demanded Mr. Triggs incredulously.

"No, she says that she doesn't want Peter ever to see her, write to
her, telephone to her, or, as far as I can see, exist on the same
planet with her."

"But--but----" began Mr. Triggs.

"It's no good reasoning with a woman, Mr. Triggs, we women are all as
unreasonable as the Income Tax. Now if you'll do as you are told we
will prove that Patricia is wrong."

"Very well, me dear," began Mr. Triggs.

"Now this is my plan," interrupted Lady Tanagra. "If Patricia really
cares for Peter she will want to hear about him from friends. She
will, very cleverly, as she thinks, lead up the conversation to him
when she meets you, or when she meets Godfrey Elton, or when she meets
me. Now what we have to do is just as carefully to avoid talking about
him. Turn the conversation on to some other topic. Now we've all got
to plot and scheme and plan like--like----"

"Germans," interrupted Mr. Triggs.

"Splendid!" cried Lady Tanagra, clapping her hands.

"But why has she changed her mind?" asked Mr. Triggs.

"You must never ask a woman why she changes her frock, or why she
changes her mind, because she never really knows," said Lady Tanagra.
"Probably she does it because she hasn't got anything else particular
to do at the moment. Ah!