“How interesting!” said Daisy. “And there you’ll be in Brompton Square, just opposite Lucia. Oh, you heard from her? What did she say?”
“Apparently she’s getting on marvellously,” said Georgie. “Not a moment to spare. Just what she likes.”
Daisy pushed the planchette aside. There would be time for that when she had had a little talk about Lucia.
“And are you going to stay with her too?” she asked.
Georgie was quite determined not to be ill-natured. He had taken no part (or very little) in this trampling on Lucia’s majesty, which had been so merrily going on.
“I should love to, if she would ask me,” he observed. “She only says she’s going to. Of course, I shall go to see her.”
“I wouldn’t,” said Daisy savagely. “If she asked me fifty times I should say ‘no’ fifty times. What’s happened is that she’s dropped us. I wouldn’t have her on our museum committee if—if she gave her pearls to it and said they belonged to Queen Elizabeth. I wonder you haven’t got more spirit.”
“I’ve got plenty of spirit,” said Georgie, “and I allow I did feel rather hurt at her letter. But then, after all, what does it matter?”
“Of course it doesn’t if you’re going to stay with Olga,” said Daisy. “How she’ll hate you for that!”
“Well, I can’t help it,” he said. “Lucia hasn’t asked me and Olga has. She’s twice reminded Olga that she may use her music-room to practise in whenever she likes. Isn’t that kind? She would love to be able to say that Olga’s always practising in her music-room. But aren’t we ill-natured? Let’s weedj instead.”