"Georgie"
you know if Phillida's come back to-day?"
Georgia's Goddess Girl had been visiting in the Midlands, and at last, I believe, Georgie and she were formally engaged.
"Yes," Drusilla answered him. "She came back this morning in time for lunch. We are to dine at the Manor House to-night, Martin and I."
Georgie's look of frank horror was refreshing.
"Not a dinner-party?" he asked aghast.
"Yes," said I, pleasantly. "There is to be rather a large dinner-party, I believe."
Without another word Georgie picked up his travelling companion and departed.
Drusilla looked at me and laughed: she hugged Matthew Arnold and laughed again.
"What a boy!" she cried. "Oh, Martin, what a boy! To say my son will never be a sportsman! What will his mother say to him when she sees that cross little boy? And Phillida—what will she say?"
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