“And the house isn’t in Grosvenor Square, but in Brompton Square,” said Georgie.
“But that’s quite in the slums,” said Mrs. Antrobus. “I am disappointed.”
“Not at all, a charming neighbourhood,” said Georgie. This was not at all what he had been looking forward to: he had expected cries of envious surprise at his news. “As for the fortune, about three thousand a year.”
“Is that all?” said Piggy with an air of deep disgust.
“A mere pittance to millionaires like Piggy,” said Goosie, and they slapped each other again.
“Any more news?” asked Mrs. Antrobus.
“Yes,” said Georgie, “Olga Bracely is coming down to-morrow——”
“No!” said all the ladies together.
“And her husband?” asked Piggy.
“No,” said Georgie without emphasis. “At least she didn’t say so. But she wants all her friends to come to lunch on Sunday. So you’ll all come, will you? She told me to ask everybody.”