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"Georgie" I wondered.

All the next day I thought the thing over, as calmly, and as dispassionately as possible from every point of view, even Georgie's, and in the end I made up my mind unalterably. Then I slept on it and at ten o'clock the next morning went to look for him. I found him sitting over his breakfast, apparently in the deepest depths of gloomy despair.

"Cheer up," I said, "I've good news for you."

"Thanks. It's about time I got some from somewhere. It's a beastly world."

"I've found a way for you out of your muddle," I said.

He looked up and stared, and then I noticed at his right hand a little lilac envelope.

"Drusilla," I said, in an off-hand way, "made a mistake in her feelings. Luckily for you, she had transferred her affections to someone else—"

"It's not true," Georgie cried hotly. "It's a—" 30