Elizabeth’s lover! And to think that I believed I was coming to a backwater.”
Georgie held up his picture and half closed his eyes.
“I believe it’s finished,” he said. “I shall have it framed, and put it in my drawing-room.”
This was a trap, and Olga fell into it.
“Yes, it will look nice there,” she said. “Really, Georgie, it is very clever of you.”
He began washing his brushes.
“And what was your news?” he said.
She got up from her seat.
“I forgot all about it, with talking of the Quantocks’ secret,” she said. “That just shows you: I completely forgot, Georgie. I’ve just accepted an offer to sing in America, a four months’ engagement, at fifty thousand million pounds a night. A penny less, and I wouldn’t have gone. But I really can’t refuse. It’s all been very sudden, but they want to produce Lucretia there before it appears in England. Then I come back, and sing in London all the summer. Oh, me!”
There was dead silence, while Georgie dried his brushes.
“When do you go?” he asked.
“In about a fortnight.”
“Oh,” said he.
She moved down the room to the piano and shut it without speaking, while he folded the paper round his finished picture.
“Why don’t you come, too?” she said at length. “It would do you no end of good, for you would get out of this darling two-penny place which will all go inside a nut-shell. There are big things in
