"Too delightful to think that you and Mr
Shuttleworth will come to lunch with me tomorrow. Half past one, shall
we say?"
"Excellent; but where do you live?"
"Just across the green. Shall I call for you?" he asked.
"Certainly not. Why should you have that bother?" she said. "Ah, let me
come with you to the inn-door, and perhaps you will shew me from
there."
She passed through the hall with him, and they stood together in the
sight of all Riseholme, which was strolling about the green at this as
at most other hours. Instantly all faces turned round in their
direction, like so many sunflowers following the sun, while Georgie
pointed out his particular mulberry tree. When everybody had had a good
look, he raised his hat.
_"A domani_ then," she said. "So many thanks."
And quite distinctly she kissed her hand to him as he turned away....
"So she talks Italian too," thought Georgie, as he dropped little
crumbs of information to his friends on his way to his house.
_"Domani,_ that means tomorrow. Oh yes; she was meaning lunch."
It is hardly necessary to add that on the table in his hall there was
one of Lucia's commoner kinds of note, merely a half sheet folded
together in her own manner. Georgie felt that it was scarcely more
necessary to read it, for he felt quite sure that it contained some
excuse for not coming to his house at six in order to call on Mr and
Mrs Bracely.
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