"Plain Anne"
"You have," said I, with unflattering truth, "but that's not the point. What about Drusilla?"
"Drusilla!" He was evidently thunderstruck.
"Yes," said I. "You can't lie artistically, Georgie. It isn't in you. And you may as well be frank with me, because you see it's hardly an hour since Drusilla herself told me all about it."
Georgie began to look uneasy.
"What the deuceDrusilla told you? Why on earth should she tell you?"
"Never mind why she told me," I said bitterly; "I will leave the details to her. You will enjoy them together no doubt. But you can understand that the news was rather a shock to me—knowing what I know of Violet."
He groaned.
"Don't speak of it," said he; "it's awful. The worry of it is wearing me into my grave."
I regarded his sunburnt, open face, his cloudless, candid eyes, his frank, con-
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