“No, no! I assure you—”
“Of course you do! You dear foolish thing! You’re ever so much sillier than I am. You’re my master.”
“No, indeed, no, no!”
“But you can go to Mrs. Bridgeman’s for an hour easily. She expects you and I’ve promised that you will go.”
“It’s very kind of you, but really—”
“So that’s settled. You’ll meet me there, but don’t forget I’m Miss Minerva Partridge. The address is Zoological House, Regent’s Park, that big house in a garden just outside the Zoo.”
“The big house in the Zoological Gardens,” said the Prophet, feebly. “Thank you very much.”
“No, no, outside the Zoo. And then we can arrange to-night about your introducing her to Mr. Sagittarius.”
“Hush! Hush!” whispered the Prophet.
But he was too late. The long ears of the little pitchers had caught the well-known word.