"Triangles, my lady," said Daniel, bowing.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Fagg; I ought to have known, and the triangle goes with the fife and the drum in all the militia regiments. Professor, if there is any place in Portman Square where an entertainment can be held, we will remember you. Mr. Goslett—ah, Mr. Goslett, we shall miss you very much. Often and often has my husband said that, but for your own timely aid, he must have broken down. What can we now do for you, Mr. Goslett?"
Nothing could have been more generous than this dispensing of patronage.
"Nothing," said Harry. "But I thank you all the same."
"Perhaps Miss Messenger wants a cabinet made?"
"No, no," he cried hastily. "I don't want to make cabinets for Miss Messenger. I mend the office stools for the brewery, and I work—for—for Miss Kennedy," he added, with a blush.
Lady Davenant nodded her head and laughed. So happy was she that she could even show an interest in something outside the case.
"A handsome couple," she said simply. "Yes, my dear, go on working for Miss Kennedy, because she is worth it—and now, my lord. Gentlemen, I wish you farewell."
She made the most stately, the most dignified obeisance, and turned to leave them; but Harry sprang to the front and offered his arm.
"Permit me, Lady Davenant."