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And he said, 'Good morning, ma'am no, good afternoon ma'am, it would be It's for Miss and then he stopped dead and corrected himself, 'It's for Mr Pillson." Mrs Weston rapidly took a great quantity of mouthfuls of partridge. As soon as possible she went on. "So perhaps you can tell me where it is now, if it was for Mr Georgie," she said.
"Georgie, can't you send a telegram saying that we have just discovered a subsequent engagement and then we'll ask Mr Pillson to show us round this utterly adorable place, and dine with us afterwards. That would be so much nicer. Fancy living here! Oh, and do tell me something, Mr Pillson.
No doubt she said to him, 'Is it a very grand sort of party, Mr Pillson? and he couldn't do other than reply, for we all received notice that it was Hightum mine came about twelve he couldn't do other than reply, 'Yes, Miss Bracely, it is. 'Good gracious me, she would say, 'and I've only got this old rag on.
Such was the fearful verisimilitude of this that Lucia's new housemaid had once fled from her duties in the early morning, to seek the assistance of the gardener in killing it. The dish of stone fruit had scored a similar success, for once she had said to Georgie Pillson, "Ah, my gardener has sent in some early apples and pears, won't you take one home with you?"
She had a melancholy wistful little face: her head was inclined with a backward slope on her neck, and her mouth was invariably a little open shewing long front teeth, so that she looked rather like a roast hare sent up to table with its head on. Georgie always had a joke ready for Miss Lyall, of the sort that made her say, "Oh, Mr Pillson!" and caused her to blush.
I must go back to the Ambermere Arms, and tell my maid for she brought a maid in that second motor and tell my maid to put me out something tidy. 'But that will be a great bother for you, he would say, or something of that sort, for I don't pretend to know what he actually did say, and she would reply, 'Oh Mr Pillson, but I must put on something tidy, and it would be so kind of you, if you would wait for me, while I do that, and let us go together. That's what she said."
Very likely Georgie Pillson had also seen the anticlimax of the fly's arrival, but he would hazard a much more probable though erroneous solution of her absence.
There was a moment's pause, and the Indian's face appeared at a window. "Beloved lady!" he said. "Guru dear, I want to introduce a friend of mine to you," she said. "This is Mr Pillson, and when you know him a little better you will call him Georgie." "Beloved lady, I know him very well indeed. I see into his clear white soul. Peace be unto you, my friend." "Isn't he marvellous?
"Naughty!" she said, and Georgie, the envied, passed in into the inn. He sent in his card, on which he had thought it prudent to write "From Lady Ambermere," and was presently led through into the garden behind the building. There she was, tall and lovely and welcoming, and held out a most cordial hand. "How kind of you to come and see us," she said. "Georgie, this is Mr Pillson. My husband."
"And you, Georgie," she said, "though I'm sure we are such strangers that I ought to call you Mr Pillson, what have you been doing? Playing Miss Bracely's accompaniments, and sewing wedding-dresses all day, and raising spooks all night? Yes." Lucia had caught this "Yes" from Lady Ambermere, having found it peculiarly obnoxious.
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