“She’s only shamming,” said Sir Isaac belatedly to her back as she went out of the room.
She found her mother in a wrap before her fire and made her dutiful enquiries.
“It’s only quite a slight headache,” Mrs. Sawbridge confessed. “But Isaac was so upset about Georgina and about”—she flinched—“about—everything, that I thought it better to be out of the way.”
“What exactly has Georgina done?”
“It’s in the paper, dear. On the table there.”
Ellen studied the Times.
“Georgina got them the tickets,” Mrs. Sawbridge explained. “I wish she hadn’t. It was so—so unnecessary of her.”
There was a little pause as Lady Harman read. She put down the paper and asked her mother if she could do anything for her.
“I—I suppose it’s all Right, dear, now?” Mrs. Sawbridge asked.
“Quite,” said her daughter. “You’re sure I can do nothing for you, mummy?”