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"Georgie" His face crimsoned under the tan.

"What the"

"Yes," said I, "I am interested to know."

"You are, are you? Then you can jolly well"

"Two months ago," I went on firmly, "you confided your love affairs to me in your open and engaging way, and in the simplicity of my heart I listened and sympathized. Her name, you said, was Violet, and you have talked about her morning, noon and night, every time we've been alone since you first mentioned her name. You told me that she lived in Staffordshire, and wrote to you three times a week."

Georgie smiled.

"So she does," he said. "It's all quite true. She is the prettiest little girl in the world. I wouldn't have spoken about her to anyone but you, and I can't tell you what a comfort it's been to me to have someone sympathetic to rave to. I'm afraid I've bored you dreadfully, old chap." 8