Some time he would have bells put on all the shutters as
he had determined to do a month ago, and then no sort of noise would
disturb him any more....
The Yoga-class next morning was (unusually) to assemble at ten, since
Peppino, who would not miss it for anything, was going to have a day's
fishing in the happy stream that flowed into the Avon, and he wanted to
be off by eleven. Peppino had made great progress lately and had
certain curious dizzy symptoms when he meditated which were highly
satisfactory.
Georgie breakfasted with his sisters at eight (they had enticed the
motor out of him to convey them to Brinton) and when they were gone,
Foljambe informed him that the housemaid had a sore throat, and had not
"done" the drawing-room. Foljambe herself would "do" it, when she had
cleaned the "young ladies'" rooms (there was a hint of scorn in this)
upstairs, and so Georgie sat on the window seat of the dining-room, and
thought how pleasant peace and quietness were. But just when it was
time to start for The Hurst in order to talk over the disclosures of
the night before with Lucia before the class, and perhaps to frame some
secretive policy which would obviate further exposure, he remembered
that he had left his cigarette-case (the pretty straw one with the
turquoise in the corner) in the drawing-room and went to find it. The
window was open, and apparently Foljambe _had_ just come in to let
fresh air into the atmosphere which Hermy and Ursy had so
uninterruptedly contaminated last night with their "fags" as they
called them, but his cigarette-case was not on the table where he
thought he had left it.
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