"Georgie"
mantlepiece. Drusilla, in her pretty pale gown, stood erect and excited by his side. Her blue eyes were full of tears and her cheeks flushed a vivid rose-color. Her hand rested lightly on Georgie's coat sleeve.
"Oh, Martin," she said quickly, "poor Georgie is in such dreadful trouble."
My thoughts, of course, flew to Diana.
"Ride over and make it up," I suggested cheerfully.
He lifted his head.
"I can't he said curtly, "now."
I waited, puzzled, for him to explain.
"It appears," said he, "that my mother has been investing money for the last few years under old Borricole's advice. She has not been lucky in her investments. That's all."
I stared at him.
"My mother," he flung his head back, "was perfectly right to do as she liked, of course. And she meant to make money for me; to double the sum my father left. Unfortunately she went for advice to a
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