And they
both like eating, drinking and the latest intelligence. Don't they?"
"Yes. But----"
"But what? What more do you or they want? Isn't that a better start for
married life than many people get?"
"But aren't they rather old?" asked Georgie.
"Not much older than you and me, and if it wasn't that I've got my own
Georgie, I would soon have somebody else's. Do you know who I mean?"
"No!" said Georgie firmly. Though all this came at the end of a most
harrowing day, it or the vermouth exhilarated him.
"Then I'll tell you just what Mrs Weston told me. 'He's always been
devoted to Lucia,' said Mrs Weston, 'and he has never looked at anybody
else. There was Piggy Antrobus----' Now do you know who I mean?"
Georgie suddenly giggled.
"Yes," he said.
"Then don't talk about yourself so much, my dear, and let us get to the
point. Now this afternoon I dropped in to see Mrs Weston and as she was
telling me about the tragedy, she said by accident (just as I called
you Georgie just now by accident) 'And I don't know what Jacob will do
without Atkinson.' Now is or is not Colonel Boucher's name Jacob? There
you are then! That's one side of the question. She called him Jacob by
accident and so she'll call him Jacob on purpose before very long."
Olga nodded her head up and down in precise reproduction of Mrs Weston.
"I'd hardly got out of the house," she said in exact imitation of Mrs
Weston's voice, "before I met Colonel Boucher.
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