"You look just like a duke. But where are you going, and why all this splendour?" asked Patricia.
Mr. Triggs beamed upon her. "I"m glad you like it, me dear. I was thinking about you when I ordered it."
Patricia looked up and smiled. There was something to her strangely lovable in this old man"s simplicity.
"I come to take you to the Zoo," he announced.
"To the Zoo?" cried Patricia in unfeigned surprise.
Mr. Triggs nodded, hugely enjoying the effect of the announcement.
"Now run away and get your hat on."
"But I couldn"t possibly go, I"ve got heaps of things to do," protested Patricia. "Why Mrs. Bonsor would be----"
"Never you mind about "Ettie; I"ll manage "er. She"ll----"
"I thought I heard your voice, father."
Both Patricia and Mr. Triggs started guiltily; they had not heard Mrs.
Bonsor enter the room.
""Ullo, "Ettie!" said Mr. Triggs, recovering himself. "I just come to take this young lady to the Zoo."
"Do I look as bad as all that?" asked Patricia, conscious that her effort was a feeble one.
"Don"t you worry about your looks, me dear," said Mr. Triggs, "I"ll answer for them. Now go and get your "at on."
"But I really couldn"t, Mr. Triggs," protested Patricia.
"I"m afraid it"s impossible for Miss Brent to go to-day, father," said Mrs. Bonsor evenly; but flashing a vindictive look at Patricia.
"Why?" enquired Mr. Triggs.
"I happen to know," continued Mrs. Bonsor, "that Arthur is very anxious for some work that Miss Brent is doing for him."
"What work?" enquired Mr. Triggs.
"Oh--er--something about----" Mrs. Bonsor looked appealingly at Patricia; but Patricia had no intention of helping her out.
"Well! if you can"t remember what it is, it can"t matter much, and I"ve set my mind on going to the Zoo this afternoon."
"Very well, father. If you will wait a few minutes I will go with you myself."
"You!" exclaimed Mr. Triggs in consternation. "You and me at the Zoo!
Why you said once the smell made you sick."
"Father! how can you suggest such a thing?"
"But you did," persisted Mr. Triggs.
"I once remarked that I found the atmosphere a little trying."
"Won"t you come into the morning-room, father, there"s something I want to speak to you about."
"No, I won"t," snapped Mr. Triggs like a spoilt child, "I"m going to take Miss Brent to the Zoo."
"But Arthur"s work, father----" began Mrs. Bonsor.
"Very well then, "Ettie," said Mr. Triggs, "you better tell A. B. that I"d like to "ave a little talk with "im to-morrow afternoon at Streatham, at three o"clock sharp. See? Don"t forget!"
Mr. Triggs was angry, and Mrs. Bonsor realised that she had gone too far. Turning to Patricia she said:
"Do you think it would matter if you put off what you are doing until to-morrow, Miss Brent?" she enquired.
"I think I ought to do it now, Mrs. Bonsor," replied Patricia demurely, determined to land Mrs. Bonsor more deeply into the mire if possible.
"Well, if you"ll run away and get your hat on, I will explain to Mr.
Bonsor when he comes in."
Patricia looked up, Mrs. Bonsor smiled at her, a frosty movement of her lips, from which her eyes seemed to dissociate themselves.
During Patricia"s absence Mr. Triggs made it abundantly clear to his daughter that he was displeased with her.
"Look "ere, "Ettie, if I "ear any more of this nonsense," he said, "I"ll take on Miss Brent as my own secretary, then I can take her to the Zoo every afternoon if I want to."
A look of fear came into Mrs. Bonsor"s eyes. One of the terrors of her life was that some designing woman would get hold of her father and marry him. It did not require a very great effort of the imagination to foresee that the next step would be the cutting off of the allowance Mr. Triggs made his daughter. Suppose Patricia were to marry her father? What a scandal and what a humiliation to be the stepdaughter of her husband"s ex-secretary. Mrs. Bonsor determined to capitulate.
"I"m very sorry, father; but if you had let us know we could have arranged differently. However, everything is all right now."
"No, it isn"t," said Mr. Triggs peevishly. "You"ve tried to spoil my afternoon. Fancy you a-coming to the Zoo with me. You with your "igh and mighty ways. The truth is you"re ashamed of your old father, although you ain"t ashamed of "is money."
It was with a feeling of grat.i.tude that Mrs. Bonsor heard Patricia enter the room.
"I"m ready, Mr. Triggs," she announced, smiling.
Mr. Triggs followed her out of the room without a word.
"You"ll explain to Mr. Bonsor that I"ve been kidnapped, will you not?"
said Patricia to Mrs. Bonsor, rather from the feeling that something should be said than from any particular desire that Mr. Bonsor should be placated.
"Certainly, Miss Brent," replied Mrs. Bonsor, with another unconvincing smile. "I hope you"ll have a pleasant afternoon."
"Tried to spoil my afternoon, she did," mumbled Mr. Triggs in the tone of a child who has discovered that a playmate has endeavoured to rob him of his marbles.
Patricia laughed and, slipping her hand through his arm, said:
"Now, you mustn"t be cross, or else you"ll spoil my afternoon, and we"re going to have such a jolly time together."