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 day, father," said Mrs. Bonsor. "Why not ask her to lunch here to-morrow?" "Not me, 'Ettie," said Mr. Triggs wisely. "If you want the big fish, you've got to go out and catch 'em yourself." There was a pause. Patricia hid a smile in her handkerchief. Mr. Bonsor was deep in a speech upon the question of rationing fish. "Well, A. B., what 'ave you got to say?" "Dear fish may mean revolution," murmured Mr. Bonsor. Mr. Triggs looked at his son-in-law in amazement. "What's that you say?" he demanded. "I--I beg your pardon. I--I was thinking," apologised Mr. Bonsor. "Now, father," said Mrs. Bonsor, "will you come into the morning-room? I want to talk to you, and I'm sure Arthur wants to get on with his work." Mr. Triggs was reluctantly led away, leaving Patricia to continue the day's work. Patricia now saw little of Mr. Triggs, in fact since Lady Tanagra had announced that Bowen would no longer trouble her, she found life had become singularly grey. Things that before had amused and interested her now seemed dull and tedious. Mr. Bolton's jokes were more obvious than ever, and Mr. Cordal's manners more detestable.