Mr. Triggs looked from one to the other in obvious bewilderment. "I am perfectly serious in my question," said Lady Tanagra, without the vestige of a smile. "Mr. Triggs is elemental." "To be elemental is to be either indelicate or overbearing," murmured Elton, "and Mr. Triggs is neither." "Love, me dear?" said Mr. Triggs, not in the least understanding the trend of the conversation. "I don't think I've got any ideas about it." "Surely you are not a cynic. Mr. Triggs," demanded Lady Tanagra. "A what?" enquired Mr. Triggs. "Surely you believe in love," said Lady Tanagra. "Me and Mrs. Triggs lived together 'appily for over thirty years," he replied gravely, "and when a man an' woman 'ave lived together for all that time they get to believe in love. It's never been the same since she died." His voice became a little husky, and Elton looked at Lady Tanagra, who lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Triggs. Will you tell us about--about----?" she broke off. "Well, you see, me dear," said Mr. Triggs in an uncertain voice, "I was a foreman when I met 'er, and she was a servant; but--somehow or other it seemed that we were just made for each other. Once I knew 'er, I didn't seem to be able to see things without her. When I was at work--I was in the building trade, foreman-carpenter," he explained, "I used to be thinking of 'er all the time. If I went anywhere without 'er--she only had one night off a week and one day a month--I would always keep thinking of how she would like what I was seeing, or eating. It was a funny feeling," he added reminiscently as if entirely unable to explain it. "Somehow or other I always wanted to 'ave 'er with me, so that she might share what I was 'aving. It was a funny feeling," he repeated, and he looked from one to another with moist eyes. "Of course," he added, "I can't explain things like that. I'm not clever." "I think, Mr. Triggs, that you've explained love in--in----" Lady Tanagra broke off and looked at Elton, who was unusually grave. "Mr. Triggs has explained it," he replied, "in the only way in which it can be explained, and that is by being defined as unexplainable." Mr. Triggs looked at Elton for a moment, then nodded his head violently. "That's it, Mr. Elton, that's it. It's a feeling, not a thing that you can put into words." Lady Tanagra looked at Patricia, who was apparently engrossed in the waving tops of the trees. "I shall always remember your definition of love, Mr. Triggs," said Lady Tanagra with a far away look in her eyes. "I think you and Mrs. Triggs must have been very happy together." "'Appy, me dear, that wasn't the word for it," said Mr. Triggs. "And when she was taken, I--I----" he broke off huskily and blew his nose vigorously. "Suppose you were very poor, Mr. Triggs," began Patricia. "I was when I married," interrupted Mr. Triggs. "Suppose you were very poor," continued Patricia, "and you loved someone very rich. What would you do?"