"Georgie"
"What on earth do you mean?"
Georgie flung round and faced her defiantly. This promenade on the terrace with Anne was none of his arranging; but Diana was upstairs with his mother; it was too early to dress, and so here he was, entrapped for half-an-hour at least.
"Why should I be careful?"
She smiled.
"Well—Diana is particular, don't you think?"
"We won't discuss Diana, thank you." His tone was slightly uneasy.
"Nonsense!" Anne laughed. "I've known you long enough and well enough, to discuss anything with you, and I was at school with Diana. The question is, does she know you?"
He stared at her uneasily.
"She has been very well brought up, Georgie. She always says and does the proper thing, you know, and she likes her friends to say and do the proper things. She lives in a high moral atmosphere all the time. When I think of what she
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