“I don’t know,” said Georgie, “but that’s what she said.”
“It means something else,” said Daisy, “I can’t tell you what, but it doesn’t mean that. I suppose you’ve said you’re engaged.”
“No I haven’t,” said Georgie.
De Vere came out from the house. In this dry weather her heels made no indentations on the lawn.
“Trunk-call, ma’am,” she said to Daisy.
“These tiresome interruptions,” said Daisy, hurrying indoors with great alacrity.
Georgie lingered. He longed to know what the trunk-call was, and was determined to remain with his head on the top of the paling till Daisy came back. So he made conversation.
“Your lawn is better than mine,” he said pleasantly to Robert.
Robert was cross at this delay.
“That’s not saying much,” he observed.