Patricia was conscious of her flushed face and she felt irritated at her own weakness. With a murmured apology to Mrs. Morton she rose from the table and went into the lounge where she wrote the reply: "Regret impossible remember your promise," then she paused. She did not want to sign her full name, she could not sign her Christian name she decided, so she compromised by using initials only, "P.B." She took the telegram to the door herself, knowing that otherwise poor Gustave's life would be a misery at the hands of Miss Wangle, Mrs. Mosscrop-Smythe and the others. "Why had she given the boy sixpence?" she asked herself as she slowly returned to the dining-room. Telegraph boys were paid. It was ridiculous to tip them, especially when they brought undesirable messages. "Was the message undesirable?" someone within seemed to question. Of course it was, and she was very angry with Bowen for not doing as she had commanded him. When Patricia returned to the table and proceeded with the meal, she was conscious of the atmosphere of expectancy around her. Everybody wanted to know what was in the telegram. At last Miss Wangle enquired, "No bad news I hope, Miss Brent." Patricia looked up and fixed Miss Wangle with a deliberate stare, which she meant to be rude. "None, Miss Wangle, thank you," she replied coldly. The dinner proceeded until the sweet was being served, when Gustave approached her once more. "You are wanted, mees, on the telephone, please," he said. Patricia was conscious once more of crimsoning as she turned to Gustave. "Please say that I'm engaged," she said. Gustave left the dining-room. Everybody watched the door in a fever of expectancy. Two minutes later Gustave reappeared and, walking softly up to Patricia's chair, whispered in a voice that could be clearly heard by everyone, "It ees Colonel Baun, mees. He wish to speak to you." "Tell him I'm at dinner," replied Patricia calmly. She could literally hear the gasp that went round the table. "But, Miss Brent," began Mrs. Craske-Morton. Patricia turned and looked straight into Mrs. Craske-Morton's eyes interrogatingly. Gustave hesitated. Mrs. Craske-Morton collapsed. Miss Wangle and Mrs. Mosscrop-Smythe exchanged meaning glances. Little Mrs. Hamilton looked concerned, almost a little sad. Patricia turned to Gustave. "You heard, Gustave?" "Yes, mees," replied Gustave and, turning reluctantly towards the door, he disappeared. There was something in Patricia's demeanour that made it clear she would resent any comment on her action, and the meal continued in silence. Mr. Bolton made some feeble endeavours to lighten the atmosphere; but he was not successful. In the lounge a quarter of an hour later, Gustave once more approached Patricia, this time with a note. "The boy ees waiting, mees," he announced. Patricia tore open the envelope and read: "DEAR PATRICIA, "Won't you let me see you? Please remember that even the under-dog has his rights.