printed them at 'Ye olde Booke Shop' in an afternoon."
"That may be so, indeed, if you say so, it is," said Peppino. "Anyhow she said she hadn't got any calling cards, and I don't see why she should lie about it."
"No, it is not the confession one would be likely to make," said she, "unless it was true. Or even if it was," she added.
"Anyhow it explains why she has not been here," said Peppino. "She would naturally like to do everything in order, when she called on you, carissima. It would have been embarrassing if you were out, and she could not hand in her card."
"And about Mr Shuttleworth?" asked she in an absent voice, as if she had no real interest in her question.
"He has not been seen yet at all, as far as I can gather."
"Then shall we have no host, if we drop in tomorrow night?"
"Let us go and see, cara," said he gaily.
Apart from this matter of her call not being returned, Lucia had not as yet had any reason to suspect Olga of revolutionary designs on the throne. She had done odd things, pushing Mrs Weston's chair round the green was one of them, smoking a cigarette as she came back from church on Sunday was another, but these she set down to the Bohemianism and want of polish which might be expected from her upbringing, if you could call an orphan school at Brixton an upbringing at all. This terrific fact Georgie had let slip
