“My dear, what is the matter?” said Georgie.
Lucia was helpless for a little, but she gasped and recovered and wiped her eyes.
“Georgie, you are dull this morning!” she said. “Don’t you see? Poor Daisy’s meddling has made the reputation of Vittoria and crumpled up Abfou. Fire, water, moonlight: Vittoria’s prophecy. Vittoria owes it all to poor dear Daisy!”
Georgie’s laughter set Lucia off again, and Pepino coming in found both at it.
“Good morning, Georgie,” he said. “Terrible about the Museum. A sad loss. What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing, caro,” said Lucia. “Just a little joke of Daisy’s. Not worth repeating, but it amused Georgie and me. Come, Georgie, half an hour’s good practice of celestial Mozartino. We have been lazy lately.”
THE END
Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber:
his beside=> his bedside {pg 11}