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I 'm dreadfully sorry . If you 'll only let me off this time I promise to remember to-morrow ; I promise ! '' * * * * * The day had been growing steadily hotter and more sultry . By five o'clock every one who was doing anything , and could stop doing it , went slothfully about looking for cool spots and cooler drinks . Burgeman senior , alone with his servants on the largest estate in Arden , ordered one of the nurses to wheel him to the border of his own private lake -- a place where breezes blew if there were any about -- and leave him there alone until Fitzpatrick , his lawyer , came from town . And there he was sitting , his eyes on nothing at all , when Patsy scrambled up the bank of the lake and dropped breathless under a tree -- not three feet from him . `` Merciful Saint Patrick !