ncheon one day? Perhaps they would
take tea with Mrs. Bonsor at the Ritz one afternoon? Could they lunch
at the Carlton? To all of these invitations Patricia replied with cold
civility.

In her heart Mrs. Bonsor was raging against the "airs" of her husband's
secretary; but she saw that Lady Tanagra and Lord Peter might be
extremely useful to her and to her husband in his career. Consequently
she did not by any overt sign show her pique.

One day when Patricia was taking down letters for Mr. Bonsor, Mr.
Triggs burst into the library in a state of obvious excitement.

"Where's 'Ettie?" he demanded, after having saluted Patricia and Mr.
Bonsor.

Mr. Bonsor looked at him reproachfully.

"'Ere, ring for 'Ettie, A. B., I've got something to show you all."

Mr. Bonsor pressed the bell. As he did so Mrs. Bonsor entered the
room, having heard her father's voice.

With great empressement Mr. Triggs produced from the tail pocket of his
coat a folded copy of the "Illustrated Universe". Flattening it out
upon the table he moistened his thumb and finger and, with great
deliberation, turned over several leaves, then indicating a page he
demanded:

"What do you think of that?"

"That," was a full-page picture of Lady Tanagra walking in the Park
with Mr. Triggs. The portrait of Lady Tanagra was a little indistinct;
but that of Mr. Triggs was as clear as daylight, and a remarkable
likeness. Underneath was printed "Lady Tanagra Bowen and a friend
walking in the Park."

Mrs. Bonsor devoured the picture and then looked up at her father, a
new respect in her eyes.

"What do you think of it, 'Ettie?" enquired Mr. Triggs again.

"It's a very good likeness, father," said Mrs. Bonsor weakly.

It was Patricia, however, who expressed what Mr. Triggs had anticipated.

"You're becoming a great personage, Mr. Triggs," she cried. "If you
are not careful you will compromise Lady Tanagra."

Mr. Triggs chuckled with glee as he mopped his forehead with his
handkerchief.

"I rang 'er up this morning," he said.

"Rang who up, father?" enquired Mrs. Bonsor.

"Lady Tan," said Mr. Triggs, watching his daughter to see the effect of
the diminutive upon her.

"Was she annoyed?" enquired Mrs. Bonsor.

"Annoyed!" echoed Mr. Triggs. "Annoyed! She was that pleased she's
asked me to lunch to-morrow. Why, she introduced me to a duchess last
week, an' I'm goin' to 'er place to tea."

"I wish you would bring Lady Tanagra here one d