Lucia paused for a single second, then clapped her hands. “Oh, what fun that would be!” she said. “But I don’t think it can be true. Dearest Olga popped in--or did I pop in--yesterday morning in town, and she said nothing about it. No doubt she had not made up her mind then whether she was coming or not. Of course I’ll ring her up at once and scold her for not telling me.” Lucia found from Olga’s caretaker that she and a friend were expected, but she knew they couldn’t come to lunch with her, as they were lunching with Mr. Pillson. She “couldn’t say, I’m sure” who the friend was, but promised to give the message that Mrs. Lucas hoped they would both come and dine.... The next thing was to ring up Georgie and be wonderfully cordial. “Georgino mio, is it ’oo?” she asked. “Yes,” said Georgie. He did not have to ask who it was, nor did he feel inclined for baby-talk. “Georgino, I never caught a glimpse of you yesterday,” she said. “Why didn’t ’oo come round and see me?” “Because you never asked me,” said Georgie firmly, “and because you never told me you were coming.” “Me so sorry,” said Lucia. “But me was so fussed and busy in town. Delicious to be in Riseholme again.” “Delicious,” said Georgie. Lucia paused a moment. “Is Georgino cross with me?” she asked. “Not a bit,” said Georgie brightly. “Why?” “I didn’t know. And I hear my Olga and a friend are lunching with you. I am hoping they will come and dine with me to-night. And do come in afterward. We shall be eight already, or of course I should ask you.” “Thanks so much, but I’m dining with her,” said Georgie. A pause. “Well, all of you come and dine here,” said Lucia. “Such amusing people, and I’ll squeeze you in.” “I’m afraid I can’t accept for Olga,” said Georgie. “And I’m dining with her, you see.” “Well, will you come across after lunch and bring them?” said Lucia. “Or tea?” “I don’t know what they will feel inclined to do,” said Georgie. “But I’ll tell them.” “Do, and I’ll ring up at lunch-time again, and have ickle talk to my Olga. Who is her friend?” Georgie hesitated: he thought he would not give that away just yet. Lucia would know in heaps of time. “Oh, just somebody whom she’s possibly bringing down,” he said, and rang off. Lucia began to suspect a slight mystery, and she disliked mysteries, except when she made them herself. Olga’s caretaker was “sure she couldn’t say,” and Georgie (Lucia was sure) wouldn’t. So she went back to her guests, and very prudently said that Olga had not arrived at present, and then gave them a wonderful account of her little _intime_ dinner with Olga and Princess Isabel. Such a delightful amusing woman: they must all come and meet Princess Isabel some day soon in town.