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Benyon's eyes went back to the portrait; he could see what she meant it stared out at him. "Her? Georgina?" "Georgina Gressie. Gracious, do you know her?" It was very distinct that answer of Mrs. Percival's, and the question that followed it as well. But he had the resource of the picture; he could look at it, seem to take it very seriously, though it danced up and down before him.
Then steps were heard close to the door, and Georgina cried out half aloud, `There's her ladyship coming; won't you catch it, Jane! Come along, Mr Hollands; and they were gone out at another door in a moment, just as Lady Morville came in at the other end of the room. And there stood poor Jane, her face all in a blaze, with her broom in one hand and the bracelet in the other.
"Nobody said anything for a minute, for it were plain as Lady Morville were very much grieved and perplexed. At last she turns to Jane, and says, `You hear what Georgina says, Jane; it is not unreasonable. Two bracelets have been taken, and one of the pair is found on you. I cannot say how you came by it, but it seems most likely that you must know where the other is.
But Lady Georgina was apparently in some little difficulty as to the proper form in which to express her object. At last it appeared in the cloak of a question. 'Do you require no assistance in your efforts for the elevation of the lower classes? she asked. 'I don't make any such efforts, said Falconer. Some of my lady-readers will probably be remarking to themselves, 'How disagreeable of him!
So, when Evelyn asked him if he still loved Georgina, he answered that he hated her, which was only partly true; and when she asked him if he would go back to her if she were to invite him, he said that nothing in the world would induce him to do so, which was wholly untrue, though he would not admit it to himself.
Georgina had started on a search for Georgie Porgie, who might be in Rangoon, or across the Black Water, or dead, for aught that she knew. Chance favoured her. An old Sikh policeman told her that Georgie Porgie had crossed the Black Water. She took a steerage-passage from Rangoon and went to Calcutta; keeping the secret of her search to herself.
At first she had no answer but tears, and then she declared that she had told the simple truth, and nothing but the truth. `It may be so, Jane, said her mistress; `of course what you say is possible, but, I fear, not very probable. "She rung the bell, and Georgina answered it with a smirk on her face. `Just call Hollands, and come in here with him, said her ladyship.
She doesn't know that I was under the bed when Cousin Mehitable was talking about you, and saying that everybody thinks it is queer you never come home. If you can do only one of the things I asked, please do the first one. Yours truly, Georgina Huntingdon."
She ran all the way down in order to gain a few extra moments in which to loiter. As usual at this time of morning, Richard was romping over the terraces with Captain Kidd. "Hi, Georgina," he called, as he spied her coming. "I've got a new game. A new way to play tag. Look." Plunging down the steps he held out for her inspection a crystal paperweight which he had picked up from the library table.
But out on the open road the smell of burning gasoline would not have been so overpowering. Inside the little box-like garage it began to close in on them and settle down like a dense fog. Georgina coughed and Richard looked back apprehensively, feeling that something was wrong, and if that queer smoke didn't stop pouring out in such a thick cloud he'd have to shut off the engine or do something.
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