"Then it'll have to leave here before we do," persisted Eliza.
"It shall leave here before we do. Now, are you satisfied?"
Eliza heaved a deep sigh of relief and proceeded to make the tea.
Phil was inclined to be impatient with her fears; but the next day, when he returned from the Academy, Pat met him with a grin.
"Sure ye're the divil of a bye," he said with an expansive gesture. "I'll have to put on a biled shirt every day to resave yer company. 'T was no less than the Queen o' Sheby came to see ye this mornin' an' you not gone tin minutes."
"A lady—the one who was here yesterday?"
"Sure 't was no slip of a girl in a big hat to-day, 'T was a queen, I'm tellin' ye. She rolled up in her motor car an' come here an' knocked on me door, an' me without a collar on. She was dressed in furs an' looked like she owned the earth.
"'I wish to see Mr. Sidney,' says she.
"'Thin ye'll have to go farther, mum,' says I. 'Ye'll find him at the paintin' school,' says I.
"She didn't need any paint herself, I'm tellin' ye. She got rid in the face while she was talkin'.