“Yes. I expect it’s very clever,” said Georgie. “Very clever indeed.”
“I should so like to show it dearest Olga,” said Lucia, “and I’m sure the Princess would be interested in it. She was talking about modern art the other day when I dined with Olga. I wonder if they would look in at tea-time, or indeed any other time.”
“Not very likely, I’m afraid,” said Georgie, “for Daisy Quantock’s coming to tea, I know. We’re going to weedj. And they’re going out for a drive sometime.”
“And where are they now?” asked Lucia. It was terrible to have to get news of her intimate friends from Georgie, but how else was she to find out?
“They went across to see the Museum,” said he. “They were most interested in it.”
Mr. Merriall waved his hands, just in the same way as Georgie did.
“Ah, that Museum!” he said. “Those mittens! Shall I ever get over those mittens? Lucia said she would give it the next shoe-lace she broke.”
“Yes,” said Georgie. “The Princess wanted to see those mittens. Queen Charlotte was her great-aunt. I told them how amused you all were at the mittens.”
Lucia had been pressing her finger to her forehead, a sign of concentration. She rose as if going back to her other guests.
“Coming into the garden presently?” she asked, and glided from the room.