She liked her for talking in that emphatic voice
and being so particular as to what time it was. "Now first of all you
are coming to dine with me tonight," said Olga.
"Oh, I'm afraid that tonight----" began Georgie, shrinking from any
further complications. He really must have a quiet evening, and go to
bed very early.
"What are you afraid of tonight?" she asked. "You're only going to wash
your hair. You can do that tomorrow. So you and I, that's two, and Mrs
Weston and Colonel Jacob, that's four, which is enough, and I don't
believe there's anything to eat in the house. But there's something to
drink, which is my point. Not for you and me, mind; we've got to keep
our heads and be clever. Don't have any more vermouth. But Jane and
Jacob are going to have quantities of champagne. Not tipsy, you
understand, but at their best, and unguardedly appreciative of each
other and us. And when they go away, they will exchange a chaste kiss
at Mrs Weston's door, and she will ask him in. No! I think she'll ask
him in first. And when they wake up tomorrow morning, they will both
wonder how they could possibly, and jointly ask themselves what
everybody else will say. And then they'll thank God and Olga and
Georgie that they did, and live happily for an extraordinary number of
years. My dear, how infinitely happier they will be together than they
are being now.
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