“But I daresay it was a very funny catalogue, Georgie,” said Olga.
“I don’t think so. Mr. Merriall read out about Queen Charlotte’s mittens presented by Lady Ambermere.”
“No!” said Olga.
“Most interesting!” said the Princess. “She was my aunt, big-aunt, is it? No, great-aunt—that is it. Afterward we will go to the Museum and see her mittens. Also, I must see the lady who kills mulberry trees. Olga, can’t you ask her to bring her planchette and prophesy?”
“Georgie, ring up Daisy, and ask her to come to tea with me,” said Olga. “We must have a weedj.”
“And I must go for a drive, and I must walk on the Green, and I must have some more delicious apple pie,” began the Princess.
Georgie had just risen to ring up Daisy, when Foljambe entered with the news that Mrs. Lucas was on the telephone and would like to speak to Olga.
“Oh, say we’re still at lunch, please, Foljambe,” said she. “Can she send a message? And you say Stephen Merriall is there, Georgie?”
“No, you said he was there,” said Georgie. “I only described him.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure it is he, but you will have to go sometime this afternoon and find out. If it is, he’s Hermione, who’s always writing about Lucia in the Evening Gazette. Priceless! So you must go across for a few minutes, Georgie, and make certain.”