"She did, but she arranged for you to bring her tea, whoever Donovan is, and she'll wait for it.

She's that sort.

Besides, if Donovan was that officer with the matron, he's probably got other fish to fry." Peter waited for no more, but plunged into the press again.

As he emerged, he crossed the track of his friend, who was steering about with cakes.

"Hullo, padre," that individual said; "you're a smart one, you are.