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“Isee,”hesaid.“Andyoudidn’tgo.I’mveryglad.
Sowise.”
“IfeltIcouldn’t,”shesaid,“andheurgedmenot.
It’sto-morrow.HesleepsinLondonto-night–”
(AgainGeorgielongedtosay“where,”foritwas
impossiblenottowonderifhewouldsleepinthehouse
ofunknownlocalitynearHarrod’s.)
“Andhe’llbebackto-morrowevening,”saidLucia
withoutpause.“Iwonderifyouwouldtakepity
onmeandcomeanddine.Justsomethingtoeat,you
know:thehouseissoupset.Don’tdress.”
“Delighted,”saidGeorgie,thoughhehadordered
oysters.Buttheycouldbescollopedforto-
morrow..."Lovetocome.”
“Eighto’clockthen?Nobodyelseofcourse.Ifyou
caretobringourMozartduet.”
“Rather,”saidGeorgie.“Goodforyou
tobeoccupied,Lucia.We’llhaveagoodgoatit.”
“DearGeorgie,”saidLuciafaintly.Heheardhersigh
again,notquitesosuccessfully,andreplacethe
earpiecewithaclick.
Georgiemovedawayfromthetelephone,feeling
immenselybusy:therewassomuchtothinkaboutand
todo.Thefirstthingwastospeakabouttheoysters,
and,hisparlour-maidbeingout,hecalleddownthe
kitchen-stairs.TheabsenceofFoljambemade
itnecessaryforhimtogethisbathreadyhimself,and
heturnedthehotwatertaphalfon,sothathecould
rundownstairsagainandoutintothegarden(forthere
wasnottimetofinishthelawnifhewastohaveabath
andchangebeforetea)inordertoputtherollerback
intheshed.Thenhehadtogethisclothesout,and
selectsomethingwhichwoulddoforteaandalsofor
dinner,asLuciahadtoldhimnottodress.Therewas
anewsuitwhichhehadnotwornyet,ratherdaring,
forthetrousers,darkfawn,weredistinctlyofOxford
cut,andhefeltquiteboyishashelookedatthem.
Hehadorderedtheminamomentofrecklesssartorial
courage,andaquietteawithDaisyQuantock,followed
