"Nobody has wanted it," said Georgiana sobbing. At this moment the door was opened, and Sir Damask came in. "I'm talking to your wife about the Melmottes," she continued, determined to take the bull by the horns. "I'm staying there, and—I think it—unkind that Julia—hasn't been—to see me. That's all."
"How'd you do, Miss Longestaffe? She doesn't know them." And Sir Damask, folding his hands together, raising his eyebrows, and standing on the rug, looked as though he had solved the whole difficulty.
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"She knows me, Sir Damask."
"Oh yes;—she knows you. That's a matter of course. We're delighted to see you, Miss Longestaffe—I am, always. Wish we could have had you at Ascot. But—." Then he looked as though he had again explained everything.
"I've told her that you don't want me to go to the Melmottes," said Lady Monogram.
"Well, no;—not just to go there. Stay and have lunch, Miss Longestaffe."
"No, thank you."
"Now you're here, you'd better," said Lady Monogram.