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macaroni,andbywayofexpressingpenitenceforher
mistake,becamemorecommunicative,thoughhardly
lessmorose.
“Foljambewon’tsayanythingaboutMr.Georgie,
ma’am,”sheobserved,“exceptthathehasn’tbeen
outsidehisfrontdoorforoverafortnightnorseen
anybody.Dr.Dobbiehasbeeninseveraltimes.You
don’tthinkit’ssomethingmental,ma’am,doyou?”
“Certainlynot,”saidLucia.“WhyshouldIthink
anythingofthekind?”
“Well,myunclewaslikethat,”saidGrosvenor.“He
shuthimselfupforaboutthesametimeasMr.
Georgie,andthentheytookhimawaytotheCounty
Asylum,wherehe’sthoughthimselftobethePrince
ofWaleseversince.”
ThoughLuciapouredscornonthissinistertheory,
itmadehermoredesirousofknowingwhatactually
wasthematterwithGeorgie.Thenewsthatthedoctor
hadbeentoseehimdisposedofthetheorythatanew
chestnut-colouredtoupeewaswanted,foradoctor
wouldnothavebeenneededforthat,whileifhehad
beenpayingaroundofvisitstothedentist,Foljambe
wouldnothavesaidthathehadnotbeenoutsidehis
ownfrontdoor,andanattackoflumbagowouldsurely
haveyieldedtotreatmentbeforenow.So,after
telephoningtoGeorgiesuggesting,asshehadoften
donebefore,thatsheshouldlookinduringthe
afternoon,andreceivinguncompromising
discouragement,shethoughtshewouldwalkinto
Tillingafterlunchandfindwhatotherpeoplemade
ofthislongretirement.ItwasSaturdayandthere
wouldcertainlybeagoodmanyfriendspoppinginand
outoftheshops.
Lucialookedatherengagementbook,andscribbled
“Mozart,Aristophanes,”aspost-datedengagementsfor
themorningofto-day.ShewasduetoplayBridge
atMallards,nextdoortoMallardsCottage,this
afternoonathalf-pastthreewithMajorandMrs.Mapp-
Flint:teawouldfollowandthenmoreBridge.Forthe
