Wait here--and I'll go in to luncheon, or they will be sending to know what has become of me.

Sir Patrick has kept my place for me, next to himself.
I shall contrive to tell him what I want; and _he_ will contrive (oh, the blessing of having to do with a clever man; these are so few of them!)--he will contrive to leave the table before the rest, without exciting any body's suspicions.

Go away with him at once to the summer-house (we have been at the summer-house all the morning; nobody will go back to it now), and I will follow you as soon as I have satisfied Lady Lundie by eating some lunch.

Nobody will be any the wiser but our three selves.

In five minutes or less you may expect Sir Patrick.