This superiority she completely concealed. Nobody could have
guessed it.
"_Presto, presto!_" she said. "You excite me."
"Yesterday morning I was in Rush's," said Georgie, "seeing about some
_Creme de menthe_, which ought to have been sent the day before.
Rush is very negligent sometimes--and I was just saying a sharp word
about it, when suddenly I saw that Rush was not attending at all, but
was looking at something behind my back, and so I looked round. Guess!"
"Don't be tantalising, _amico_," said she. "How can I guess? A
pink elephant with blue spots!"
"No, guess again!"
"A red Indian in full war paint."
"Certainly not! Guess again," said Georgie, with a little sigh of
relief. (It would have been awful if she had guessed.) At this moment
Peppino suddenly became aware that Lucia had guessed and was up to some
game.
"Give me your hand, Georgie," she said, "and look at me. I'm going to
read your thoughts. Think of what you saw when you turned round."
She took his hand and pressed it to her forehead, closing her eyes.
"But I do seem to see an Indian," she said. "Ah, not red Indian, other
Indian. And--and he has slippers on and brown stockings--no, not brown
stockings; it's legs. And there's a beard, and a turban."
She gave a sigh.
"That's all I can see," she said.
"My dear, you're marvellous," said he. "You're quite right.
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