Georgie had another premonition, stronger than the first.
“Yes, it’s me,” he said.
“Georgie, is oo coming round to say Ta-ta to poor Lucia and Pepino?” she said.
(“I knew it,” thought Georgie.)
“What, are you going away?” he asked.
“Yes, I told you the other night,” said Lucia in a great hurry, “when you were doing cross-words, you and Pepino. Sure I did. Perhaps you weren’t attending. But——”
“No, you never told me,” said Georgie firmly.
“How cwoss oo sounds. But come round, Georgie, about eleven and have ’ickle chat. We’re going to be very stravvy and motor up, and perhaps keep the motor for a day or two.”
“And when are you coming back?” asked Georgie.
“Not quite settled,” said Lucia brightly. “There’s a lot of bizz-bizz for poor Pepino. Can’t quite tell how long it will take. Eleven, then?”