“Sit down, Georgie,” she said, “and cheer me up. Poor Lucia feels ever so sad at going away.”
“It is rather sudden,” he said. “Nobody dreamed you were off to-day, at least until they saw the Times this morning.”
Lucia gave a little sigh.
“I know,” she said, “but Pepino thought that was the best plan. He said that if Riseholme knew when I was going, you’d all have had little dinners and lunches for us, and I should have been completely worn out with your kindness and hospitality. And there was so much to do, and we weren’t feeling much like gaiety. Seen anybody this morning? Any news?”
“I saw Daisy,” said Georgie.
“And told her?”
“No, it was she who saw it in the Times first, and sent it round to me,” said Georgie. “She’s got a Ouija board, by the way. It came this morning.”
“That’s nice,” said Lucia. “I shall think of Riseholme as being ever so busy. And everybody must come up and stay with me, and you first of all. When will you be able to come?”
“Whenever you ask me,” said Georgie.
“Then you must give me a day or two to settle down, and I’ll write to you. You’ll be popping across though every moment of the day to see Olga.”