That had somehow quelled the
two, who, as soon as she left the room again, swept up the mess, and
put the uninjured Brazil nuts back into the dessert dish.... It would
never do if Foljambe lost her prestige and was alluded to by some
outrageously slangy name.
"If you mean Foljambe," said Georgie icily, "it was because I didn't
think it worth while to disturb her."
In spite of their ride, the indefatigable sisters were up early next
morning, and the first thing Georgie saw out of his bathroom window was
the pair of them practising lifting shots over the ducking pond on the
green till breakfast was ready. He had given a short account of last
night's adventure to Foljambe when she called him, omitting the episode
about his hair, and her disapproval was strongly indicated by her
silence then, and the studied contempt of her manner to the sisters
when they came in to breakfast.
"Hullo, Foljambe," said Hermy. "We had a rare lark last night."
"So I understand, miss," said Foljambe.
"Got in through the drawing-room window," said Hermy, hoping to make
her smile.
"Indeed, miss," said Foljambe. "Have you any orders for the car, sir?"
"Oh, Georgie, may we run over to the links this morning?" asked Hermy.
"Mayn't Dickie-bird take us there?"
She glanced at Foljambe to see whether this brilliant wit afforded her
any amusement. Apparently it didn't.
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