“And I will not go to her house,” she said. “It is a free country, and I do not choose to go to her kind house. No doubt she is a very good woman. But I want to hear more of her, for she thrills me. So does your Riseholme. You were talking of the Museum.” “Georgie, go on about the Museum,” said Olga. “Well,” said Georgie, “there it was. They all went in, and then they all came out again, and one of them was reading my catalogue--I made it--aloud, and they all screamed with laughter.” “But I daresay it was a very funny catalogue, Georgie,” said Olga. “I don’t think so. Mr. Merriall read out about Queen Charlotte’s mittens presented by Lady Ambermere.” “No!” said Olga. “Most interesting!” said the Princess. “She was my aunt, big-aunt, is it? No, great-aunt--that is it. Afterward we will go to the Museum and see her mittens. Also, I must see the lady who kills mulberry trees. Olga, can’t you ask her to bring her planchette and prophesy?” “Georgie, ring up Daisy, and ask her to come to tea with me,” said Olga. “We must have a weedj.” “And I must go for a drive, and I must walk on the Green, and I must have some more delicious apple pie,” began the Princess. Georgie had just risen to ring up Daisy, when Foljambe entered with the news that Mrs. Lucas was on the telephone and would like to speak to Olga. “Oh, say we’re still at lunch, please, Foljambe,” said she. “Can she send a message? And you say Stephen Merriall is there, Georgie?” “No, you said he was there,” said Georgie. “I only described him.” “Well, I’m pretty sure it is he, but you will have to go sometime this afternoon and find out. If it is, he’s Hermione, who’s always writing about Lucia in the _Evening Gazette_. Priceless! So you must go across for a few minutes, Georgie, and make certain.” Foljambe came back to ask if Mrs. Lucas might pop in to pay her respects to Princess Isabel. “So kind of her, but she must not dream of troubling herself,” said the Princess. Foljambe retired and appeared for the third time with a faint, firm smile. “Mrs. Lucas will ring up Mrs. Shuttleworth in a quarter of an hour,” she said. * * * * * The Princess finished her apple-tart. “And now let us go and see the Museum,” she said.