On Tuesday afternoon Olga rang up Lucia again to say that her husband
was arriving that day, so might she bring him on Saturday? To this
Lucia cordially assented, but she felt that a husband and wife sitting
together and looking at another husband and wife doing tableaux would
be an unusual entertainment, and not characteristic of Riseholme's
best. She began to waver about the tableaux and to consider dinner
instead. She also wondered whether she had been wronging dear Daisy,
and whether she had a better nature after all. Perhaps Georgie might
ascertain.
Georgie was roused from a little fatigued nap by the telephone, for he
had fallen asleep over King Cophetua's robe. Lucia explained the
situation and delicately suggested that it would be so easy for him to
"pop in" to dear Daisy's, and be very diplomatic. There was nobody like
Georgie for tact. So with a heavy yawn he popped in.
"You've come about this business on Saturday," said Daisy unerringly.
"Haven't you?"
Georgie remembered his character for tact.
"How wonderful of you to guess that!" he said. "I thought we might see
if we couldn't arrange something, if we put our heads together. It's
such a pity to split up. We-I mean Lucia has got Miss Olga and her
husband coming, and----"
"And I've got everybody else," said Daisy brightly. "And Miss Bracely
is coming over here, if she gets away early.
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