It was instantly confirmed, for Lucia took her elbow off
the table, and turned to Robert.
"You and dear Daisy have been very lucky in your spiritualistic
experiences," she said. "I hear on all sides what a charming medium you
had. Georgie quite lost his heart to her."
"'Pon my word; she was delightful," said Robert.
"Of course she was a dear friend of Daisy's, but one has to be very
careful when one hears of the dreadful exposures, as my wife said, that
occur sometimes. Fancy finding that a medium whom you believed to be
perfectly honest had yards and yards of muslin and a false nose or two
concealed about her. It would sicken me of the whole business."
A loud pop announced that Foljambe had allowed them all some champagne
at last, but Georgie hardly heard it, for glancing up at Daisy
Quantock, he observed that the same dead and stuffed look had come over
her face which he had just now noticed on her husband's countenance.
Then they both looked up at each other with a glance that to him
bristled with significance. An agonised questioning, an imploring
petition for silence seemed to inspire it; it was as if each had made
unwittingly some hopeless _faux pas_. Then they instantly looked
away from each other again; their necks seemed to crack with the
rapidity with which they turned them right and left, and they burst
into torrents of speech to the grey hungry mouse and the Colonel
respectively.
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