"Georgie"
pair on the lawn, but at my words, plain to brutality, she turned.
"Thank you," she said placidly, "and now, if you have quite finished, I will go up to my sister."
When Drusilla came downstairs in a delightful gown of soft blue, chosen, I suppose, to match her eyes, I forgot Georgie and took her away. For three weeks we thought little enough of Anne or the Goddess Girl. But we came home at last, and the first person I met in St. Margaret's was my groomsman. He greeted me with a studied coolness new in him, and made an obvious effort to pass me with dignified disdain, but he didn't quite manage it. He merely conveyed the impression that he was stouter than before and much more out of breath. He quite forgot his dignity to descend into conversation, and as I was leaving him he called me back.
"I want a word with you, Martin," he said. "Come round to my rooms at the Candlestick, will you? I want a word with you."
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