'Colin,' she said, 'I want you to go and bring me my typewriter from the parlour.

And then you've got to dictate "copy," about the Alexandra City Gas-Bore.

Please go at once.' He obeyed.

Mrs Gildea bent over Lady Bridget.
'Biddy! ...

You're not faint, are you ?' Lady Bridget roused herself and looked up at her friend rather wildly....