Patricia turned with a little cry of pleasure.
"Jump in," cried Lady Tanagra. "It"s no good refusing a Bowen. Our epidermises are too thick, or should it be epidermi?"
Patricia shook her head and laughed as she seated herself beside Lady Tanagra.
The car crooned its way up Sloane Street and across into Knightsbridge, Lady Tanagra intent upon her driving.
"Is it indiscreet to ask where you are taking me?" enquired Patricia with elaborate humility.
Lady Tanagra laughed as she jammed on the brake to avoid running into the stern of a motor-omnibus.
"I feel like a pirate to-day. I want to run away with someone, or do something desperate. Have you ever felt like that?"
"A politician"s secretary must not encourage such unrespectable instincts," she replied.
Lady Tanagra looked at her quickly, noting the flatness of her voice.
"A wise hen should never brood upon being a hen," she remarked oracularly.
Patricia laughed. "It is all very well for Dives to tell Lazarus that it is n.o.ble to withstand the pangs of hunger," she replied.
"Now let us go and get tea," said Lady Tanagra, as she turned the car into the road running between Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park.
"Tea!" cried Patricia, "why it"s past five."
"Tea is a panacea for all ills and a liquid for all hours. You have only to visit a Government Department for proof of that," said Lady Tanagra, as she descended from the car and walked towards the umbrella-sheltered tea-tables dotted about beneath the trees. "And now I want to have a talk with you for a few minutes," she said as they seated themselves at an empty table.
"I feel in the mood for listening," said Patricia, "provided it is not to be good advice," she added.
"I"ve been having a serious talk with Peter," said Lady Tanagra.
Patricia looked up at her. Overhead white, fleecy clouds played a game of hide-and-seek with the sunshine. The trees rustled languidly in the breeze, and in the distance a peac.o.c.k screamed ominously.
"I have told him," continued Lady Tanagra, "that I will not have you worried, and he has promised me not to see you, write to you, telephone to you, send you messenger-boys, chocolates, flowers or anything else in the world, in fact he"s out of your way for ever and ever."
Patricia looked across at Lady Tanagra in surprise, but said nothing.
"I told him," continued Lady Tanagra evenly, "that I would not have my friendship with you spoiled through his impetuous blundering. I think I told him he was suburban. In fact I quite bullied the poor boy. So now," she added with the air of one who has earned a lifelong debt of grat.i.tude, "you will be able to go your way without fear of the ubiquitous Peter."
Still Patricia said nothing as she sat looking down upon the empty plate before her.
"Now we will forget all about Peter and talk and think of other things.
Ah! here he is," she cried suddenly.
Patricia looked round quickly; but at the sight of G.o.dfrey Elton she was conscious of a feeling of disappointment that she would not, however, admit. Her greeting of Elton was a trifle forced.
Patricia was never frank with herself. If it had been suggested that for a moment she hoped that Lady Tanagra"s remark referred to Bowen, she would instantly have denied it.
"No, G.o.dfrey, don"t look at me like that," cried Lady Tanagra. "I am not so gauche as to arrange a parti-a-trois. I"ve got someone very nice coming for Patricia."
Again Patricia felt herself thrill expectantly. Five minutes later Mr.
Triggs was seen sailing along among the tables as if in search of someone. Again Patricia felt that sense of disappointment she had experienced on the arrival of G.o.dfrey Elton.
Suddenly Mr. Triggs saw the party and streamed towards them, waving his red silk handkerchief in one hand and his umbrella in the other.
"He has found something better than the fountain of eternal youth,"
said Elton to Patricia.
"Whatever it is he is unconscious of possessing it," replied Patricia as she turned to greet Mr. Triggs.
"I"m late, I know," explained Mr. Triggs as he shook hands. "I "ad to run in and see "Ettie and tell "er I was coming. It surprised "er,"
and Mr. Triggs chuckled as if at some joke he could not share with the others.
"Now let us have tea," said Lady Tanagra. "I"m simply dying for it."
Mr. Triggs sank down heavily into a basket chair. He looked about anxiously, as it creaked beneath his weight, as if in doubt whether or no it would bear him.
"All we want now is----" Mr. Triggs stopped suddenly and looked apprehensively at Lady Tanagra.
"What is it you want, Mr. Triggs?" enquired Patricia quickly.
"Er--er--I--I forget, I--I forget," floundered Mr. Triggs, still looking anxiously at Lady Tanagra.
"When you"re in the company of women, Mr. Triggs, you should never appear to want anything else. It makes an unfavourable impression upon us."
"G.o.d bless my soul, I don"t!" cried Mr. Triggs earnestly. "I"ve been looking forward to this ever since I got your wire yesterday afternoon."
"Now he has given me away," cried Lady Tanagra. "How like a man!"
"Given you away, me dear!" cried Mr. Triggs anxiously. "What "ave I done?"
"Why, you have told these two people here that made an a.s.signation with you by telegram."
"Made a what, me dear?" enquired Mr. Triggs, his forehead corrugated with anxiety.
"Lady Tanagra is taking a mean advantage of the heat, Mr. Triggs," said Elton.
"Anyway, I"ll forgive you anything, Mr. Triggs, as you have come," said Lady Tanagra.
Mr. Triggs"s brow cleared and he smiled.
"Come! I should think I would come," he said.
Lady Tanagra then explained her meeting with Mr. Triggs and how he had striven to avoid her company at luncheon on the previous day. Mr.
Triggs protested vigorously.
During the tea the conversation was entirely in the hands of Lady Tanagra, Elton and Mr. Triggs. Patricia sat silently listening to the others. Several times Lady Tanagra and Mr. Triggs exchanged meaning glances.
"Why ain"t you talking, me dear?" Mr. Triggs once asked.