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Rh much impressed by your performance of it. And Mary Queen of Scots now! The shrinking of the flesh, and the resignation of the spirit! That is what I tried to express. You must come and help me next time I attempt this sort of thing again. That will not be quite soon, I am afraid, for Peppino and I am thinking of going to the Riviera for a little holiday.”

“Oh, but how selfish!” said Olga. “You mustn’t do that.”

Lucia gave the silvery laugh.

“You are all very tiresome about my going to the Riviera,” she said. “But I don’t promise that I shall give it up yet. We shall see! Gracious! How late it is. We must have sat very late over dinner. Why were you not asked to dinner, I wonder! I shall scold Georgie for not asking you. Ah, there is dear Mrs Weston going away. I must say good-night to her. She would think it very strange if I did not. Colonel Boucher, too! Oh, they are coming this way to save us the trouble of moving.”

A general move was certainly taking place, not in the direction of the door, but to where Olga and Lucia were sitting.

“It’s snowing,” said Piggy excitedly to Olga. “Will you mark my footsteps well, my page?”

“Piggy, you – you Goosie,” said Olga hurriedly. “Goosie, weren’t the tableaux lovely?”

“And the carols,” said Goosie. “I adored the carols. I guessed. Did you guess, Mrs Lucas?”

Olga resorted to the mean trick of treading on Goosie’s foot and apologising. That was cowardly because it was sure to come out sometime.