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d to answer." Mr. Bonsor smiled sympathetically. At lunch-time Patricia purchased a copy of _The Morning Post_, and there saw in all its unblushing mendacity the announcement. "A marriage has been arranged and will shortly take place between Lord Peter Bowen, D.S.O., M.C., attached to the General Staff, son of the 7th Marquess of Meyfield, and Patricia Brent, daughter of the late John Brent, of Little Milstead." "Why on earth must the ridiculous people put it at the top of the column?" she muttered aloud. A man occupying an adjoining table at the place where she was lunching turned and looked at her. "And now I must go back to potatoes, pigs, and babies," said Patricia to herself as she paid her bill and rose. "Ugh!" She had scarcely settled down to her afternoon's work when the maid entered and announced, "Lord Peter Bowen to see you, miss." "Oh bother!" exclaimed Patricia. "Tell him I'm busy, will you please?" The maid's jaw dropped; she was excellently trained, but no maid-servant could be expected to rise superior to such an extraordinary attitude on the part of a newly-engaged girl. Nothing short of a butler who had lived in the best families could have risen to such an occasion. "But, Miss Brent----" began Mr. Bonsor. Patricia turned and froze him with a look. "Will you give him my message, please, Fellers?" she said, and Fellers walked out a disillusioned young woman. Two minutes later Mrs. Bonsor entered the room, flushed and excited. "Oh, Miss Brent, that silly girl has muddled up things somehow! Lord Peter Bowen is waiting for you in the morning-room. I have just been talking to him and saying that I hope you will both dine with us one day next week." "The message was quite correct, Mrs. Bonsor. I am very busy with pigs, and babies, and potatoes. I really cannot add Lord Peter to my responsibilities at the moment." Mrs. Bonsor looked at Patricia as if she had suddenly gone mad. "But Miss Brent-----" began Mrs. Bonsor, scandalised. "I suppose I shall have to see him," said Patricia, rising with the air of one who has to perform an unpleasant task. "I wish he'd stay at the War Office and leave me to do my work. I suppose I shall have to write to Lord Derby about it." Mrs. Bonsor glanced at Mr. Bonsor, who, however, was busily engaged in preparing an appropriate speech upon War Office methods, suggested by Patricia's remark about Lord Derby. As Patricia ent
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