“You?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Georgie, thinking it unnecessary to add that Olga was dining with him on Sunday, and that he would be at lunch and dinner on Sunday. “Yes: she asked me to come.”
“Well, then, what if you asked poor Daisy and her husband?” said Lucia. “It would be a treat for them. That would make six. I think six would be enough. I will do my best to persuade Pepino.”
“Capital,” said Georgie. “And would you prefer lunch or dinner?”
Lucia sighed.
“I think dinner,” she said. “One feels more capable of making the necessary effort in the evening. But, of course, it is all conditional on Pepino’s feeling.”
She glanced at the clock.
“He will just be leaving Brompton Square,” she said. “And then, afterward, his lawyer is coming to lunch with him and have a talk. Such a lot of business to see to.”
Georgie suddenly remembered that he did not yet know the number of the house.
“Indeed there must be,” he said. “Such a delightful Square, but rather noisy, I should think, at the lower end.”