Georgie stepped on a beautiful pansy.
“Lucia’s coming down to-morrow,” he said.
Daisy dropped her putter.
“No!” she exclaimed.
“And Pepino,” went on Georgie. “She says she’s very tired.”
“All those duchesses,” said Daisy. Robert Alton’s cartoon had been reproduced in an illustrated weekly, but Riseholme up to this moment had been absolutely silent about it. It was beneath notice.
“And she’s asked me to dinner to-morrow,” said Georgie.
“So she’s not bringing down a party?” said Daisy.
“I don’t know,” remarked Robert, “if you are going on putting, or if you give me the match.”
“Pouf!” said Daisy, just like that. “But tired, Georgie? What does that mean?”