“What?”
“Garr-o-by Ash-ton,” said Georgie very distinctly; “and Lord Limpsfield. And a tall man in Oxford trousers with auburn hair.”
“It sounds like your double, Georgie,” said Olga. “And a little cape like yours?”
“Yes,” said Georgie rather coldly.
“I think it must be Stephen Merriall,” said Olga after a pause.
“And who’s that?” asked he.
“Lucia’s lover,” said Olga quite distinctly.
“No!” said Georgie.
“Of course he isn’t. I only meant he was always there. But I believe he’s Hermione. I’m not sure, but I think so. Georgie, we shall have a hectic Sunday. Good-bye, to-morrow about two or three for lunch, and two or three for lunch. What a gossip you are.”
He heard that delicious laugh, and the click of her receiver.