They continued to say, "I'll play the
Guru," whenever they had to play a knave, but Georgie found it quite
easy to laugh at that, so long as the humour of it did not spread. He
even himself said, "I'll Guru you, then," when he took a trick with the
Knave of Trumps.
The agitation and uncertainty caused him not to sleep very well, and in
addition there was a good deal of disturbance in the house, for his
sisters had still all their packing in front of them when they went to
bed and the doze that preceded sleep was often broken by the sound of
the banging of luggage, the clash of golf-clubs and steps on the stairs
as they made ready for their departure.
But after a while these disturbances ceased, and it was out of a deep
sleep that he awoke with the sense that some noise had awakened him.
Apparently they had not finished yet, for there was surely some faint
stir of movement somewhere. Anyhow they respected his legitimate desire
for quiet, for the noise, whatever it was, was extremely stealthy and
subdued. He thought of his absurd lark about burglars on the night of
their arrival, and smiled at the notion. His _toupet_ was in a
drawer close to his bed, but he had no substantial impulse to put it
on, and make sure that the noise was not anything other than his
sisters' preparations for their early start. For himself, he would have
had everything packed and corded long before dinner, if he was to start
next day, except just a suit case that would hold the apparatus of
immediate necessities, but then dear Hermy and Ursy were so ramshackle
in their ways.
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