When the Girls Came Out
thick-headed, antediluvian old ass, instead of consulting me."
"Do you mean to say"—I began
"Everything, except the estate, has gone," Drusilla broke in. Georgie will have to earn his own living. "Isn't it terrible, Martin?"
"Your mother's lawyer—" I began again. "Old Foxcroft—"
"Yes," said Georgie, "Foxcroft was pretty strong in his remarks. In fact, he was not very careful about what he said to my mother. He told her she'd been behaving like a child, and I nearly kicked him down the terrace steps. Only his bald head saved him. No one shall blame my mother. It was pure unselfishness on her part. She was thinking of me all the time—but—Oh, damn old Borricole!" he finished hastily.
Drusilla was not angry. She stroked his sleeve again, brimming over with sympathy.
"I beg your pardon, Drusilla, but I'm not a bit myself. It—it's rather a nasty knock for a chap, isn't it?"
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